"nerd" || sinclair brothers x F reader

~right place, wrong time~ (REWRITE)

We all climbed into Lester's truck. My eyes immediately caught on the knife in a holster clipped to his jeans.

"You like knives?" he asked, pulling the Bowie knife free and holding it up like a trophy.

"That's a Bowie," I said, impressed. "They cut through anything."

He smiled slightly at my knowledge, then—without warning—stabbed the knife right into the dashboard.

Everyone jumped.

"Great, Y/N's being a know-it-all again!" Noah whined, reaching to swat my hand.

I slapped his away. "Great, Noah's being a nuisance again!" I teased.

My parents exchanged worried glances. Something felt off.

But I wasn't about to say anything. We were in a town full of people. If someone tried to kidnap us, surely someone would hear.

"How long until we get there?" Dad asked Lester.

"Not much longer, I reckon," Lester said, grinning.

Mom muttered something to Dad about the place probably not even being real. Lester caught it.

"You don't believe me?" His smile faded.

Without a word, he grabbed the Bowie knife from the dash, swung open the truck door, and gestured sharply.

"Well? Get out then!"

I was the first to step down, locking eyes with Lester.

"I apologize for my parents," I said quickly. "I believe you. There's no reason to lie about something so bizarre—"

Then I caught myself rambling. "Sorry. Thanks anyway." I gave a warm smile. That small grin from Lester hit me deeper than I expected.

We walked until Lester and his truck disappeared from sight.

Sure enough, Mom and Dad's doubts were wrong.

I popped my headphones back in and started humming my second-favorite song.

"Look, a church!" Noah pointed ahead.

We all wandered over. Finn and Noah reached for the doors and pulled them open.

"Guys, I don't think that's a sma—" I started, but it was too late.

We stumbled inside on a funeral.

A guy knelt by a casket in a room full of mourners.

Minutes later, the same guy came out. Finn tried to apologize.

"Sorry we walked in, man—"

The guy interrupted, cigarette dangling from his mouth.

"Shouldn't have walked in."

He fumbled in his pocket.

"You need a lighter?" I offered, pulling one out. Not much of a smoker, but I kept one just in case.

He took it, lit the cigarette, and inhaled deeply.

"I'm Jason. We're looking for a guy named Bo," Dad said, hopeful.

"Found 'em," the man we know knew as Bo drawled in a thick Southern accent. Adding that to my list of cool accents.

"We're having car troubles and need gas," Dad explained carefully.

'Hey! We just crashed a funeral, but gimme some gas!'

Jason looked genuinely offended.

"Gas? You walk in on a funeral for gas?"

I pulled my headphones off, shutting off my music.

"Let me go bury the casket. I'll be right there," he muttered, flicking his cigarette into the grass.

Before he went back inside, I said quietly, "Sorry for your loss."

He gave a sarcastic "Yeah" and disappeared.

Damn. I know he just lost someone, but man—rude.

I grabbed Finn by the ear. He squealed.

"Why the fuck did you have to open that door?!" I hissed.

"Noah did it too!" Finn shot back.

"Well, Noah's twelve. He doesn't know any better!" I said, letting go.