You Chill? Squip x Reader

Chapter 22

(Squip's p.o.v)

Eric, you need to meet my friends. Like in real life. Y/N thought as she was trying to sleep.

WHAT? I gasped. I'm honestly not ready to actually meet her friends. I'm worried. Already worried. Why am I already worried? Why am I worried? Why-

Just, like... you guys need to meet sometime.

But- where? How are we going to do this? I asked.

She shifted position, thought not opening her eyes. Like... I don't know... like- Maybe a get-together.

I- but- who's house? I asked.

Someones. She reached over to her night table and grabbed her phone. She then tossed it to the other side of the bed. You organize it.

I sighed and turned human, sitting next to where she was sleeping, going on the messaging app.

Y/N. 9:32 p.m.

Y'all still awake?

(F/N). 9:34 p.m.

Yeah

Emily. 9:34 p.m.

I always stay up until Midnight.

I rolled my eyes. The last person I want to think about right now is Emily. Well... there is defiantly someone that I'd never want to see. I would rather spend an eternity in a room with Emily than see-

Kennedy. 9:35 p.m.

WHAT?

Michael. 9:35 p.m.

(Sent link)

Jeremy. 9:36

Holy shit. Is that skillet?

Oh, my god... The song from Skillet, "Awake and Alive" The main chorus was, "I'm awake, I'm alive,"

Y/N. 9:37 p.m.

Oh, my god.

Kennedy. 9:37

That was fucking great.

(Y/N). 9:38 p.m.

Besides the point, I want y'all to meet someone in person. Guess who.

Jeremy. 9:38 p.m.

Eric

Michael. 9:38 p.m.

Eric?

Kennedy. 9:38 pm.

Perhaps it's someone

(F/N). 9:38 p.m.

It's Eric

Emily. 9:39 p.m.

Is it Eric?

Steve. 9:39 p.m.

Who?

Irene was probably asleep. I scanned Y/N, she was asleep. God... I just want to be with her. I want her to be mine. It'd be amazing. It feels so right. But... I have to do this first. Her friends are important to her, and I want her to know me as not controlling. Because I'm not.

Y/N. 9:41 p.m.

Jeremy, Michael, (F/N), and Emily were correct.

(F/N). 9:42 p.m.

OOOH! I was correct.

Jeremy. 9:42 p.m

A new guy added to the group.

Kennedy. 9:42 p.m.

And I oop.

Michael. 9:42 p.m.

We ain't alone anymore.

Steve. 9:43 p.m.

Who is that?

Jeremy. 9:43 p.m.

You have been left behind.

Y/N. 9:44 p.m.

Anyways, how about you guys meet me at my house this Thursday.

(F/N). 9:45 p.m.

So, February 1st?

Y/N. 9:45 p.m.

Duh

I smiled and walked around to Y/N's side of the bed, plugging it in and then looking at Y/N.

How deep asleep was she? Almost in deep sleep.

I sat down next to her, tracing her cheek.

I quickly pulled away my hand. God, touching her made me feel so... my face flushed. I quickly walked away, facepalming. I fanned my face, taking off my coat.

Oh... my god.

Y/N's in the room.

I don't want her to deal with me acting like this. Fuck! I remind myself of Edward Cullen. He's creepy- and watched Bella Swan as she slept.

Who knows what else Edward did.

That makes me feel a little better.

I don't think I can wait this feeling out.

Shit!

I teleported to a guest room, across the whole house of Y/N's parent's room so they wouldn't hear me.

I should just calm down... and if I can't get rid of it- I'll resort to the last option.

The guest room was normal, it looked nice. I can't believe things have come to this.

Okay, just cool off... I pace back and forth in the room.

Come on, get back to normal.

God- just imagine what kissing her would feel like- NO! DAMMIT! FUCK! Just... stop- agh. But... imagine what it'd be like feeling her up... SHIT!

God! How do I distract myself from myself? Think of something that would turn me off.

Maybe I should just get it done and over with.

I teleported to a cabinet of towels, taking one out, and then teleporting back to the same guest room.

I'd use a towel so I didn't have to wash all of the bedset if anything... happened.

I laid it down on the bed, getting on top of it.

Lord forgive me for what I'm about to do.

(A/N: Help my sanity)