Cryaotic X Reader FanFiction: No Signal

• Figuring Shit Out •

I looked at my Facebook profile.

"Relationship status: Single"

I clicked on it, and other options appeared.

I know my family will see this... Is this really a good idea?

What if Mike found out?

It's not that I'm embarrassed of Cry. I do love him, after all.

I just have a fear of being forbidden to see him.

Mike is already really cross about how much time I spend online, I have no idea how he will react when he finds out I'm madly in love with a man I don't even know the name of.

I decided not to switch it. Cry will surely understand.

"Off to work. Love you."

I looked over my message. I didn't want to seem too clingy.

I can't say I love you on the first day!

I quickly deleted half the message.

"Off to work. See ya."

I read it over again.

Just cause you don't want to show too much affection doesn't mean you have to be a dick, (y/n)!

I always talk to myself when I'm nervous.

I shouldn't be nervous. This whole thing is so weird.

"Off to work. See ya. xx"

I glanced at the clock, should've left a minute ago.

Well, guess that will have to do.

I clicked send and grabbed my bag, running down the stairs.

I hopped on my bike, actually in a good mood for work.

As soon as I got there, I saw Alice putting on her apron.

I beamed at the sight, and practically tackled her.

"Whoa, hey! What's up with you?" She giggled and hugged me back.

"We're together." I looked around to see if anyone was over hearing.

Her eyes widened, and she covered her mouth, screaming into her hand.

She jumped up and down and hugged me once more.

She finally released and we both calmed down.

"How?" She shook her head in disbelief.

"I muted the call wrong, he over heard our conversation... That brought up questions and I guess it gave him the confidence to confess!" I could hardly believe it myself.

"So I totally get creds." She pointed at me as she tossed me my apron.

I giggled and tied my apron.

"Ladies, save your bickering for your own time, please?"

Alice and I saluted our boss and went in separate directions, taking our spots.

I was on actual service today, instead of seating customers. But I didn't mind, I was in too good of a mood.

My smile caused huge tips and for time to fly.

I've never responded to "Your shift's over" with "Really? Already?" In my ENTIRE life.

It was good. I felt good.

He made me feel good.

I smiled at the thought of going home to talk to him.

As I rode my bike home, I realized I was going home to talk to him through a screen.