Our Love (Yandere X Reader)

Part 3

2 weeks later...
Y/N's POV:
Ophelia and I started meeting up on the stairs everyday and talked till we had to go, we even exchanged numbers. She's not what everyone makes her out to be. She's actually really funny and a good artist. She also has good music taste and she always understands people and is very open. I don't understand why no one will give her a chance.

One day, Ophelia and I were talking and we were about to part ways when Ophelia asked somthing I was definitely not expecting.

"Hey Y/n, are you free this weekend? I was wondering if you'd like to hang out"

"Oh yeah sure! I'm down!" I said

"Y/n.." She paused "...this means you see me as a friend? "

"Yes Ophelia" I said almost confused, I mean yeah we didn't make it official we were friends so I can see why she asked

"Okay, see you this weekend then?" She said trying to contain a big grin, but she was unsuccessful

"Yeah!" I said. We went home with a swift bye and goodnight.

Ophelia's POV:
I walked home happy for once, I felt better than before, probably because I had a true friend!

I walked into my house to see my uncle passed out on the couch surrounded by beer bottles and booze. I walked over and turned off the TV and went to my room that was cleaner than the living room, where my uncle Paul stayed. He usually isn't home till 1 or 2 am because he is busy drinking. I'm surprised he hasn't been kicked out yet, all he does is use up all the electricity and eats everything. My dad is never home because he is always at work so I'm usually stuck with Paul.
I put my bag down by my door and layed down on my bed that was plain white. Dark colored plushies, including my black and white cat plush from Y/n were set up neatly on the head area of my bed. Next to my bed is a white wooden bedside table. My Vanity that was next to my bedside table, was also white but insanely dirty. Across my room, parallel to my bed, was my 32 inch flat-screen TV, sitting on a grey table with cabinets that opened. Inside the cabinets was several video game discs and movies, accompanied by my Playstation 3. I didn't have a lot of color choices because everything is hand-me-downs and things from my mom's old room. We have moved since the incident and when that happened, dad went down hill mentally. I am still trying to get used to it but it's hard when everyday people are always bullying me, calling me motherless and what not.

I sighed and sat up and looked around.

"Well, if Y/n is coming over, I should probably hide all of these photos." I was referring to the pictures of Y/n I have on my mirror. I didn't have a lot just a few. I hid the photos of Y/n in my drawer, where I would put them, but I feel comfortable around him and safe. He makes me feel like I have a purpose.

Hello you little weirdos, I hope you enjoyed this chapter where it's finally getting interesting! No, Ophelia doesn't have hundreds of photos of
Y/n, only 4 or five.