Happy Appy X Reader 'TISB' Chapter 2

At around eight at night, you heard a loud noise, the skidding of tires and then a few crashing noises, and what sounded like children screaming. You quickly grabbed your father's pocket knife from where he hid it, thinking you didn't know where it was before you unlocked the door, opened it and ran out, slamming it to a close behind you. You run out to the sidewalk, and look around to your right, nothing out of the ordinary, to your left is a horrific sight. The white van that's been following you is turned upside down on the side of the road near the woods, there's a large rock in the middle of the street, and there's children all around the van, sobbing...

You run up to one of the kids and quickly ask what happened. She's a small girl with blond pigtails and bright blue eyes, in a light pink dress. You cup her cheeks and ask again what happened. She hiccups a few times, but answers. "W-we were playing, and J-Jimmy tossed the rock out in the rode to scare the red man...We didn't mean to hurt him...." The red man? "Well, you tell Jimmy to move that rock, and then help you get everyone home where it's safe, alright sweetie?" You ask the small girl, you knew her. She lived on this street, she was called...Jenny? Yeah, Jenny, she was a sweet girl. She nodded and ran off to a boy with copper brown hair and green eyes, you assume he's Jimmy, they make quick work of the rock and started gathering the kids up.

While the children do this, you make your way over to the van, from which you hear...groaning. You sigh in relief, that means the person inside is still alive. You force the door open quickly, and what you find inside both surprises you greatly, and is exactly what you expected. Mister Smith is buckled tightly into the seat, his clothes a mess, both because he is upside down and because he is greatly injured. You stare at the scene in front of you until another one of his groans forces you to get moving. The first thing you do is retrieve the knife from your pocket and cut the extended air bag before flipping the knife closed again and stuffing it back into your pocket, you then slide yourself into the van, underneath the man. You unbuckle him and he falls on you with a 'thud'. He's heavier then you thought he'd be, having knocked the air out of you momentarily. Once recovered, you try to worm your way backwards, out of the van, pulling the red-haired man with you as you do so.

After a moment, you've finally gotten both yourself and Mister Smith out of the smoking van-wait, smoking?! You look up and sure enough there's black smoke billowing out of the white van. Your face contorts in fear as you pull the man up, tossing his arm around you and quickly drag him away from the burning van, hoping greatly that it won't explode. You glance around, noticing that the children are gone, which makes you sigh with relief. That's one thing you won't have to worry about. You drag Mister Smith into your house, since you figure he'd be safer in there then if you'd left him by the side of the road. That is not to say the thought didn't cross your mind though...You still felt very uneasy around the man, even though he was unconscious. You laid him on the couch and ran off you get the first aid kit, and once you returned you began examining the injuries and dressing them best you could over his clothes, since you were not comfortable enough to undress the man in front of you.

Once you'd finished that, you stood up, sighing and stretching a bit before glancing over the sleeping man's form, blushing a bit. You decide he can't really be any kind of a threat, right? Not this badly injured at least, and hell, it seemed he lived right across the street from you. Maybe he'd gotten a glance at you from across the way, but not enough of a look for it to register and he was staring at you all day to try and figure out where he's seen you before? Sighing to yourself, you decide that must be it. You must have looked absolutely crazy running off like that. shaking you head, you walk off to the kitchen and toss of the purple cooking apron, your mother's. Your thoughts jump briefly to your parents. They were still out of town, and would be for at least the rest of the month.

Sighing, you pulled out the ingredients for fettuccine alfredo, since all you had to do was melt some butter, add in heavy whipping cream and then add parmesan cheese, and boil some pasta while doing this. All in all, it was pretty simple and quick considering how much it made. You went to work on cooking very quickly, humming to yourself, what you didn't recognize at the time was the Happy Appy theme song. You only realized that once the sauce was done, and you'd put it on low heat, so it wouldn't get cold while you waited for the pasta to finish boiling so it would be soft enough to eat. Your mind wondered to the show until you were pulled from your thoughts by a 'thud' which sounded from the front room.

You rushed in, not even bothering to put down the sauce covered spoon or take off the apron, in fear someone might have gotten in, considering how out of it your 'guest' was. Too your surprise, you found the 'thud' was Mister Smith waking up, and rolling off the couch...Onto his face. You had to suppress a fit of giggles as he sat up on the floor, looking up at you, hair messy and tangled, suit and tie a mess and glasses crooked. You thought he fit the 'clumsy teacher type' to the letter, whatever discomfort you had with the man seemed to melt away at that point. You helped him back on the couch when his stomach growled. The man's face turned almost as red as his hair and he looked embarrassed. That time, you did giggle. He looked at you confused and you shook your head. "It's nothing." You said, chuckling a bit still. "Dinner will be ready soon, so just wai-"

You were cut off by a loud hissing coming from the kitchen and you could feel yourself going pale as a sheet as you ran into the kitchen, letting out a string of colorful words along with a long chant of 'no no no no no!!!' as you ran over to the pasta which had started boiling over and you started siring it after tossing the sauce spoon back into the sauce, blowing into the pasta pot hoping it would go down and finally turned it down from high to about seven. Sighing once the boiling had stopped, you pulled out a noodle and tried it, after letting it cool for a second. You smiled to yourself, it was perfect. You shut off the burner before putting on the oven mitts, you heard footsteps coming into the kitchen hallway, but ignored them for now. Mister Smith could wait. You put a strainer into the sink and carefully walked the pasta, with very hot water over to the sink and poured it into the strainer, you glanced to your right and you saw Mister Smith looking at you curiously. You rolled your eyes slightly, putting down the pot once all the pasta was in the strainer, you picked it up instead, shaking until the water finished dripping out then carried it over to the sauce and dumped it in the pot. you then bought the strainer back to the sink and dropped it in before going back and stiring the noodles in with the sauce, with one hand, while the other shut off that burner, something you didn't want to make the mistake of forgetting to do again...Let's just say there's a reason there's a big scorch mark on your ceiling above the stove, and it's not something you want to repeat.

You pulled out two water bottles from the fridge, which your mom insisted you always get bottled water from the shop, cos the water from the tap was too metallic tasting for her. You tossed one of the bottle at Mister Smith, which he barely caught and it nearly collided with his face, you stuffed the bottom of the other into your pocket. You pulled out a plastic bowl from the bag they came in, filling it with the pasta, and then pulled plastic fork from the box, stuffed it into the food before passing the bowl off to the red haired man before filling a bowl for yourself too and started walking back to the living room, ready to get the water bottle out of your pocket, it was freezing your leg.

Setting the bowl down on the table, to remove the water, pop off the cap and take a long drink, feeling the cold liquid run down your throat before you recap the bottle and sigh with relief. You hadn't even realized how raw your throat was until that moment. Picking up your bowl again, you sat on the couch, Mister Smith finally walking in. He looked like he was looking at everything he could in your house for some reason. He sat down on the other side of the couch, he seemed to be staring into space, confused. Finally, he spoke. "How did I get here, Miss (Y/n)?" He asked, looking at you as he took a bite of the pasta, looking a bit shocked at how it tasted or something, cos he shoved another fork full before he'd even swallowed the last bite. It was your turn to look confused. "You mean you don't remember?" You asked, taking a bite of your own food. It had come out better then normal, you smiled a bit to yourself.

"Remember what?" He asked around the food in his mouth, covering his mouth with his hand in an attempt to seem less rude or so you assume. "You wrecked your van." You said, looking at him. "I can't say exactly what happened, cos I wasn't out there...But it looked like some kid threw a huge rock out in the road, and you probably swerved to avoid it, and the van stated rolling." You said, flinching a bit. It must have been awful to experience. He nodded, looking down for a moment before a smile spread across his lips and he looked up at you. "And you found me, brought me here, took care of me and made me food?" He asked, his bright blue eyes shinning. You nodded blushing a bit, you had no clue why you were embarrassed about it, most people would have helped, but that smile made you feel...kinda nervous. It was innocent enough, but the way it stretched his...almost...green tinted lips...Made you feel...uneasy. You ignored the feeling and continued eating until the man one the other side of the four-seater couch let out a soft 'oh...'.

You looked over at him, raising an eyebrow. "What's up?" You asked, imitating his attempt at being polite while eating from earlier. "Well, my van is wrecked, right?" You nodded, not even trying to speak at the moment. "Well, how am I supposed to get home now?" He asked, frowning a bit, staring down into his bowl of food like it would somehow present him with an answer. "Well..." you started, before swallowing the food you'd been chewing, so talking would be much easier. "I could walk you home?" You said, shrugging. It's not like you could drive him, since you couldn't drive, and you didn't have a car at your disposal, so no lending him a vehicle either. Hell, all you had was a skateboard you got when you were four, which was much too small to be used, and a bike, which has been long since devoured by the bush near your house. He shook his head at your offer, before you were even finished with it. "It's too dark, it would be dangerous, besides, you'd have to walk back here all by yourself." He said, pouting a bit, he seemed to be debating internally with himself. You shrugged. "Alright, well I suppose you could just spend the night in the guest room." You said, quickly blushing once you'd realized the words had fallen out of your mouth. You had no idea where that offer came from, but it seemed like you didn't have much of a choice in the matter, either of you. Mister Smith blushed at the offer too, looking at the ground, which seemed to be very interesting to him. "A-are you sure that'd be alright? I-I mean what about y-your parents? What w-would they think if they saw a st-strange man in t-their home?" He stuttered out, looking very nervous. Maybe this was the firs time he'd stay over at a girl's house? 'Never really took him for the nervous virgin type...' You think and mentally slap yourself for those thought, your face was so warm it must have been as red as his hair.

"They're out of town right now..." You said before blushing even more, your eyes turning to face your floor too, you now found it very very interesting. The two of you both ate in silince after that, very occasionally glancing up at each other. Both of your faces were flushed bright red. After finishing your food you sighed before chugging the rest of your water. This was going to be a very, very long, and very embarrassing night...