ꍌꄲꄲ꒯ ꍌ꒐ꋪ꒒ ~ Arny Parsons x Fem Reader

Chapter Seven

You were snuggled into Arny's chest while you guys watched scary movies on Netflix.

"You're so stupid!" You shake your head at the blonde on TV. "She's gonna die."

"How do you- WOAH! That was graphic!" Arny cringed.

You giggled and kept your gaze on the screen to avoid the glaring eyes of Danny and Will. Brandon sat on the love seat, sprawled out taking a nap.

"I'm gonna go make milkshakes," you say getting up from your position on the seat. "Who wants one?"

"Me please," Brandon raises his hand.

"Me as well, love," Arny smiles.

"I don't feel like being poisoned," Danny rolls his eyes and looks to the screen.

You nod and turn to the other brunette.

"Will?"

"No thanks," he says without taking his eyes off the screen.

"Okay," you sigh. "I'll be right back."

As soon as you leave the room, Arny turns to his friends.

"Why can't you guys try to like her?" He asks.

"Because we don't feel that she's worth our time," Danny says nonchalantly.

"Or yours for that matter," Will continues.

"If you hate me so much, say it toy face, you fucking cowards," you come from the kitchen holding two milkshakes in your hands.

You place them on the coffee table and begin to gather your things.

"Y/N, where are you going?" Brandon asks.

"You don't have to leave," Arny grabs your wrist.

"Um, I just remembered that I have something to do at home," you lie and lean in to kiss his cheek. "I'll text you later."

You wait until the door is shut before you allow your tears to fall. There's a pang in your chest as you begin walking to the closest bus station.

The room falls silent after you leave. Nobody is watching the movie or speaking to one another.

"You guys better apologize to her tomorrow," Arny warns his friends. "And mean it."

"Why should we?" Danny narrows his eyes.

"Because you haven't even bothered to get to know her, yet here you are judging her!" Arny's shout takes everyone by surprise.

"She's using you, Arny! How can't you see that?!" Will narrows his eyes.

"Then how is it they've been seeing each other for over a month, and not once has she bragged or rubbed it in other's faces?! Ever think that maybe, just maybe, she's actually a good fucking person?!" Brandon defends Arny before storming out of the apartment.

"Movie night's over," Arny says and begins to clean up the living room.

"Over some whore?"

"Don't you ever call her that!" Arny shouts. "She's kind, caring, and not judgmental like my so-called friends."

The silver-haired boy and the brunette boy look at each other for a moment before leaving in shame. Maybe they were out of line. They're just trying to protect their friend, but they continue to forget that their friend can take care of himself.

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The next day, a Saturday morning, you sit on your couch in an oversized Slipknot t-shirt and laced dark cyan boyshorts underwear with a book in your left hand and a cup of coffee in your right.