C H A P T E R 47

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The next few days went by quickly, mostly spent packing for tour. She was going to be on tour for two weeks, only doing shows in the east coast for now.

But along with the quickness of being alone also came another factor; silence.

In all honesty, the silence wasn't as comforting as she remembered it. There wasn't anyone she could rant to about random stuff, and it sure as hell felt lonely.

Well that was before Thursday rolled around. Masky swung by that day, claiming that he forgot his lighter. Though she guessed he was also bored because he stuck around to hang out with Y/n.

"You know Masky, would it kill you to use the front door at least once?" Y/n sighed, passing him a cup of water.

"I could...but you need a reminder that I can murder you at anytime, and doing that is the best way." He said, a small smirk playing on his lips as he drank from the cup. The girl scoffed, opening her fridge to look for anything to eat.

"Do you want anything to eat?" Masky turned the spinny chair to face her, watching as she rummaged through the fridge.

"Depends, what do you have?"

"Well I have a small piece of cheesecake left-"

"Fucking disgusting." He replied immediately, causing Y/n to look back at him curiously. She was holding two cans of soda, one of (favorite soda flavor), the other of Coke. She passed Masky the Coke can, kicking the fridge closed.

"Geez, you hold some grudge against cheesecake?" Y/n joked. Masky popped the soda can open, the liquid slightly fizzing. He gave a long sip, wiping his lips with his gloved hand.

"That shit is the fucking devil. Who ever made it was trying to piss off the baking side of the world." He ranted. Y/n stared at him, confused if he actually was serious.

"And everyone always has to describe it as some precious thing, it's fucking made of cream cheese. It isn't that fucking great." The female only grew more confused, wondering how he got to hating the cake so much.

"Can you please explain- If you're comfortable with it of course." Y/n waved her hands in the air. She hoped this wasn't a trauma thing, because that would be real awkward.

Masky turned his gaze to her,eye twitching slightly.

"I'll fucking shoot you." He went to grab his gun from his holster. Y/n laughed slightly, knowing- no hoping, he wouldn't actually kill her.

"Sorry! I was just, confused. I just didn't see you as the type to get like that with cheesecake around." She apologized, mumbling the last bit. Masky sighed and leaned back, taking a larger sip from the can. Y/n took a sip too, both of them both motioning their hand the same way when they were done.

"Come on." The girl looked at the dilf- I MEAN MASKY, confused, not sure what the guy was asking.

"What? Where are we going?"

"Picking out your outfit out for tomorrow. I don't want you to wear some dumb shit." He tugged her arm, pulling her up the steps.

"Ouch, do you really think I have no style?" She feigned sadness, making Masky scoff.

"That Waffle shirt stills haunt me, this date has to go fucking perfect." The girl sighed and opened her closet, letting Masky in.

"It was a jOkE, Masky. I was just having fun." He rummaged through the immense piles of clothes she had.

"That's what your parents said when you were born." Y/n's jaw dropped, eyes slightly widened.

"Well fuck you too." He chuckled, pulling her deeper into the closet.

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