Mine: Yandere!Brothers X Female!Reader

~Chapter Thirty-Four~

"Wow, that move was amazing!" I said, as we exited the movie theater.

"Yeah."

"What now?" I asked.

"Well, is there anything you want to do, while we're still 'dating?'"

"Nah, I'm good. Thanks for being my fake boyfriend for... A few hours."

"Sure."

"Do you think we can go home now?" I asked.

"Of course."

Cameron and I then got in Cameron's car, and, drove home.

Cameron helped me out, when we got home.

"Thanks." I said.

Cameron nodded.

We then entered the house.

"(y/n), you've finally returned!" Lyle said, before squeezing me in a hug.

Cameron must've seen me gasping for fair, because, he tore Lyle away from me.

"A bit rough, but, I appreciate being about to breath." I said.

"Dude, what was that for!?" Lyle asked, sounding very ticked off.

"You were preventing (y/n) from breathing." Cameron calmly said.

"Oh... (y/n), I'm so sorry!" Lyle said, starting to cry.

"It's fine." I said.

This must've assured Lyle, because, he stopped crying.

"I'm so glad!"

"Well, I'm glad you're glad. I'm going to go check up on Hunter." I said, before taking a step away.

"Why?" Lyle asked, accusingly.

"Because... I haven't seen him since Thursday."

"But, still, why him? You could be hanging out with me!" Lyle said, while grabbing my arm.

I sighed.

"Lyle, how about I hang out with you, AFTER I check in on Hunter?"

"Fine..." Lyle said, before letting go of my arm.

I smiled.

"Glad we could come to an agreement. See you later!" I said, before heading to Hunter's room.

When I arrived, I knocked.

"Hunter, it's me, (y/n). You in there?" I said.

"Yeah." Hunter quietly responded.

"Can I come in?" I asked.

"Sure."

When Hunter didn't open the door, I assumed that I was supposed to enter myself.

Feeling like an idiot, I opened the door.

Hunter was in a grey hoodie, black sweatpants, and grey socks, sitting on his bed, with notebooks around him.

"How are you doing, Hunter?" I asked.

"Good. How are you?"

"I'm doing great. Mind if I sit down?" I asked, realizing that I was just standing there, awkwardly.

"Not at all."

So, I sat down on a nearby chair.

"What are the notebooks for?" I asked.