Enemies to glovers || Charlie Kincaid x reader || DISCONTINUED

𝟑.𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐢𝐝.

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵ 

𝙔/𝙣'𝙨 𝙋𝙊𝙑: 

B-" Y/n! Lizzie turned me down"

I pull him into a hug and he just sadly hugs back.

Y-"Awh I'm sorry buddy, what happened?"

B-"She said I was too young for her.."

I sit there and just look at him.

Y-"But.. we are all the same age.."

B-"That's what I told her!"

I release our hug, and he just leaves while I walk in the opposite direction. I look around. 

Checking if Kincaid is there. I don't see Kincaid, so I grab the bits of ceramic that laid on the floor. I stuffed the bits into my pocket inside my jacket. I then jump to the random shelf to act like I was checking out the items on it when I heard footsteps approach.

C-"Guys, we got to put everything back where we found it. Nobody can know we were in here."

M-"You know we have that test tomorrow, anyway."

Lizzie looks at Maya as if she was dumb for trying to study for the easiest subject of the year.

L-"That class is so easy. I wish I could take it for you."

Maya jumps onto a couch while speaking.

M-"About that.. I kinda have a crazy idea."

Y-"Maya, whatever you are thinking, please tell me it is safe.."

M-"A covert mission. But, we are gonna need to borrow a few gadgets.."

Oh god, Maya..

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚~time skip~˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

I dive us in the van carefully to school so Kincaid and I run. My parents didn't notice I was gone and Berger and Lizzie had already gone home, but I stayed the night at Kincaid's.

Kincaid trips on the floor as we exit the car.

Y-"Oh my god, Kincaid!" I say while laughing over his face-plant.

Y-"Here, get up." I reach out my hand and he grabs it.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚~Mini flashback~˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

Y-"Don't get any ideas, Kincaid."

C-"Gross, why would I?"

I shrug and I head to the guest bedroom. I go into the guest bedroom and see a drawer, so I open it to put my jacket in. I was met with tiny boy's clothing with adorable prints.

Y-"Awh.. Kincaid!"

C-"Yeah?"

He screams across the hall. I run up to him holding the cutest onesie fit for maybe an 8-year-old boy with firetruck print all across it.

Y-"Is this yours?"

Kincaid looks flushed, showing it was in-fact his.

C-"Where did you find that?.."

Y-"Guest bedroom drawer. There is some pretty cute clothing."

I give him a cheeky smile before running down the hall screaming.

Y-"Goodnight, Kincaid!"

He loudly sighs before yelling back.

C-"Goodnight, Y/n!"