Another Infected Found (Tim/Masky X Reader X Alex Kralie)

Chapter Five

(I'M [NOT] SORRY ABOUT THE PICTURE XD. I JUST HAD TO!!)

  The Starbucks was fairly empty, couple people here and there, (Y/n) walked in smelling the sweet smell of fresh coffee and food. She walked up to the counter, placed in an order of (fav coffee, or whatever) and once she got what she wanted, she walked to a small booth next to a window in the corner of the room. Setting her bag down next to her, she pulled out a sketch pad and started writing things down of what's been happening and trying to figure out and solve this problem. The one thing that she really wanted to know about was those pills and whoever was in her home, and well, not to mention her car.
Everything she thought of and tried to piece to together came blurry with no end and many mysteries. Now, in all likelihood, most people would get the police involved in this, but little (Y/n), was different. From difficult experiences from the police, she decided to leave it up to herself and figure out if she could ask someone about this, and maybe trust. Maybe a friend or family member could help her.
"Well, shit," she whispered under her breath, knowing that her family didn't even live no where nearby where she lived, and friends? Well, she had some, but she often avoided them, and they avoided her.
She sipped her drink and huffed a sigh, looking around the place once again, she noticed one thing. There was a guy in line talking to the cashier. Her wore a striped hoodie, blue and black stripes to be more certain. Blue jeans with black sneakers, and wore black glasses. He had a brown mop of hair on his head, with the bangs swept to his side.
Something was off about him. He seemed almost paranoid, while he talked to the cashier, he would often glance around the room, and behind him where the door was. There he waited for his order, and once he received it, he sat down the booth behind (Y/n)'s. Now there were back to back.
My luck, (Y/n) thought annoyed. She started scribbling down more of what happened with circles around things and little description for everything. Lines were drawn on the paper to connect things together and think if they had a connection. Lots of things seemed to have a connection, but it ended with frustration and confusion.
And there something popped in mind. An ear piercing noise, shaking, and the feeling of being controlled. She was in a car crash.
(Y/n) then remembered what she had forgotten. She was in car crash and it was two weeks ago. Two weeks. She remembered the date and everything. She started shaking, feeling so astonished. How did she even forget something like that!? How was that possibly!? Why was their static? What the hell! She laid her head in her hands and tried to remember every single detail.
"You okay?" a male voice said from behind her. Noticing that she didn't hear him, or just ignoring him, he repeated his question again.
"Huh?!" (Y/n) huffed out as she felt paranoia creeping from her.
"You okay?" he asked again as he peered over the tall booth. She nodded, "Sorry, just, heh. Very confused right now," she truthfully answered.
"What's so confusing," he inquired, his eyes focusing on what she was looking at. Trying to get a good look at the paper, yet (Y/n)'s writing was a little sloppy and small (no offense!).
A sigh came from (Y/n), he probably doesn't know anything about this, but might as well, she thought.
Her fragile, and shaky hands handed him the page. He took it and quickly examined it. While seeing what this was all about, his heart dropped and an achy feeling came to him.
Okay, so she was lost in the woods, she has heard static, and and lost her memory, but now just remembered about being in a car crash. Two weeks ago? She doesn't even look like she has a scratch on her! Agh, well, I shouldn't say anything. Might as well ask more, just to make sure.
He handed back the paper, "May I sit there?" he asked, pointing to the seat next to her. She nodded, still in thought. He swiftly took his drink and moved to the seat.
"Okay, the static thing. What's that all about?" he questioned.
She thought whether to sound like an idiot or sound sane. Sound like an idiot was the best choice right now if she wanted to get somewhere if he knew anything. "Okay," she started as she played with the pencil in hand with (s/c) fingers. "Well, now I'm gonna sound like I'm insane here for a moment- In the past, I've heard static before, and it'd be when I wasn't around anything that considered technology sometimes, so it always confused me as a kid, but kinda just accepted it. However, through half of middle school and a couple weeks ago, I haven't heard static like I did as a kid. And I recently have. Reason I'm pointing it out was, well it could have a connection," she explained, sorta out of breath.
Thinking about what she said, he froze. At least he and them weren't the only ones considered crazy. "Okay, you know what?"
"What...," she replied, having a feeling he thought she was crazy and was probably making an excuse to leave.
"I think you might be trustworthy," he said with his hand out for a handshake. (Y/n) took the handshake, and was surprised. "Name's Alex. Alex Kralie," he addressed, acting as the gentleman he never thought he really had.
"(Y/n) (L/n), nice to meet ya," she replied with the corners of her lips curved.

(Welp, there the chapter for ya'll, I am starting to enjoy writing this story more than all i the unfinished stories I have! :P) (BTW the chapters will be longer like this, or more, instead of these small chapter shits)

(Forgive for any grammar or spelling mistakes!)