reserved ( corpse husband x reader )

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         9:10

A sound magically brings me back my consciousness. The sound immediately becomes a bother. one of my five senses is being used and I'm still choosing to not use my "looking" sense. well for one, I'm too tired, and two, I hate the sound. I decided to try to identify the reason why the sound is playing this early. 

My alarm--no, I don't have school right now--someone outside--no, I didn't leave my window open--no, I gave up on morning runs--no, not my parents, they don't call me, I call them--my ring tone--who's calling me?--who would--Channel!

My eye shoot open and I pick up my phone and I was correct. Channel. I press on what I think is the pickup button and put the phone to my ear. 

"hmm? hel-hello?" My eyes still squinting, rubbing them, hoping it won't be physically painful to open them wider. 

"Y/N!" 

"What?" 

"My sister's boyfriend's cousin opened something down at the farmers market, we should go" she sounds excited and/or supportive for someone so distant. 

"Wha-What? why?" 

"You're coming" 

"Right now?" my eyes got wider. The rubbing didn't help. 

"Uhh..yeah.. right now" 

"Channy, I just woke up. I didn't think of anything to wear" 

"doesn't matter, just wear something warm, it gets colder later on" Channel sounds very rushed. 

"Um ok should I?-" 

"Okay no, I'm picking you up, bye!" she says in a girly bimbo way, then hangs up. 

I look at my phone, listening to the "hanging up" beeping noise. I look into the distance and flop back into my bed. 

10:05

Oh god, I look like shit. 

I picked up baggy clothes that were laying around on the floor of my room and put them on and left. All of the girls here are dressed up like the Christian autumn girl aesthetic. They even look better than me, I don't even care they're basic. Shit.. Can't say that girls supporting girls, remember? 

Channel's sister boyfriend cousin's pop-up shop, at the farmer's market, was consisted of homemade marmalade from their sibling in Maryland. 

The marmalade is... alright. But I didn't know that they would be giving me the whole ass labor. Like the fuck? I don't even know you. 

"Hey Y/N, can you get another case from my trunk? Thanks" the cousin smiles at me. 

They're not selling out like hotcakes I don't know why they're already thinking of restocking. 

"Hmm, ok, sure why not" I smile back and walk out to their car. 

I walk towards their trunk, put my hand against the button that lets the trunk open. I push on it, and of course, the lock resists it.  

I turn around facing the cousin hoping that they would look at me and unlock their car. They don't, they're just talking to Channel, her sister, and the boyfriend. 

This is awkward. 

I cross my arms and lean on the car. It's an old car, dark red, looks like a suburban mom car, maybe 5 seater, maybe chose this car because it looks like you could drive through the woods and easily take a journey with this car and also I couldn't afford the jeeps. 

I get it why people don't enjoy a normal commercial car wash, but Jesus you must know that your car has noticeably disgusting dried bird shit and mud. 

I take my butt off the side and rolled my eye. I was debating to go inside and grab the key from them and open the trunk myself. 

I take one step to the left until I hear the door locks release. I looked at them and they're just smiling and waving their key. 

Weirdo. 

I lift the trunk and grab a case of the marmalade. 

Jesus, they're heavy.  

"Hey" A voice appears. 

I jump, did not expect that. I turn from wherever the voice came from. 

"Hey, Channy" I close my eyes as I sigh out.

"What's up?" she tilts her head to the side. She knows "what's up" already. 

"I don't know why your sister boyfriend's cousin, is telling me to get their stuff, I don't even know them. Like why don't they ask you, or your sister, or their own cousin?" I push my case closer to my stomach as my frustration levels go higher. 

"you know what my sister said ?"

"What" I put the case back down.

"She said that they have a tendency to give the person they like the most labor and boss them around" Channel seems smugger than ever. That's weird. 

I look back at them. They're looking at me with their big bulging eyes. 

"Well can you tell them to stop? and that I'm not looking forward to a date at the moment, please? and tell them to stop giving me all of the work, I just came here because of you, Channel." 

"What ever you sayyyy" she smiles and walks away. 

I roll my eyes and pick the case up again. How could I forget that easily that these were hella heavy? 

I adjusted my shoulders and started walking back to the entrance of the market. I hear the jars rattle within the case. I look down to see if they're stable enough for me to keep walking at the same pace. 

Why did I keep walking? why didn't I stop?