˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Sombr (Shane boose) X YouTuber! reader. Part 4.
୨⎯ You’re so fucked ⎯୧
⚠️some swearing. Lowkey mentions of sex working😭
A/n: don’t really have any ideas for another part so this might be the last! Unless anyone has any ideas where this can go then I’m glad you guys enjoyed it!
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When I hear the toilet flush I stand.
“All yours.” He belly flops into the bed, his long limbs allowing him to reach the top of the bed where he left the menu. “What coffee you like?”
I grab my discarded dress. “Mm.” I think as I make my way to the bathroom. “They have cappuccinos?”
He nods. “Mhm. Caramel too.”
I make a noise of approval. “Oh please. Lots of that.”
He raises two fingers too his forehead and salutes me. What a weirdo. I hate my self for smiling. “Coming right up. Don’t be too long otherwise it will be cold.”
I roll my eyes and open the door. “Yes dad.”
“Try not to melt in there, witch.”
I huff a laugh. When I turn on the shower I put on my best I’m-a-hundred-year-old-witch voice. “I’m melting! I’m melting!”
“Dorthy reference!” He yells back through the walls.
“Yeah it is!” I shake my head and laugh to my self as I begin to strip for the shower. What a peculiar turn of events. How strange it feels too… well, not feel strange. This feels completely normal. I must be really tired.
After I come out, making sure the knock on the door is well gone so the staff do not see me in the same outfit as yesterday and think I’m a sex worker.I dress and make my way back out. A towel wrapped firmly around my hair. I groan when I see the steaming coffee, waffles, toast, strawberries and other fruits. “You might actually be God sent.”
He puts down his coffee and swallows with a smile. “And you beat the witch allegations.”
I shake my head and sit. “Never mind. You’re not.”
He laughs and pushes my coffee toward me. I don’t hold back a moment of silence for how good it tastes. “Now that’s a coffee.”
He watches me with a small smile. Pushing the other food toward me as well. “Needa eat quick. We leave in 20 minutes for the bus.”
“Rodger that.” I salute back to him. He shakes his head while cutting up his own waffle.
“It’s another three hours on the bus back to L.A. Everyone’s stopping at my house so I’ll get you a cab back to yours.” He says. Well—more like he decides.
I nod slowly. Thinking. “Okay. That’s fine. I’ll need your number so I can cash app you the money.”
He places down his fork to look at me with an entertained expression. “Oh, look how the tables turn. You asking me for my number. Man, if only the fans knew.”
I roll my eyes. “I’ll just call the number that made my phone die because they were trying to find me.” This time, he rolls his eyes. “Yeah, don’t play with me.”
He looks at me. Then my lips. I gulp. Please don’t kiss me when I have a sticky waffle in my hands and a wet towel on my head, I pray. “Yeah okay, atleast I don’t have syrup in my chin.”
I huff out a sigh of relief and lick it off. “Yum.” He shakes his head with a smile.
We eat quickly, the jokes are the only thing not rushed. I slip on my shoes and grab my phone, I only had five minutes of time to dry my hair so it’s…partly okay. If my mother could see me she’d go on and on about me getting sick. when I’m the hall I see Mitch and Sal rushing out too. I’m glad we’re not the only ones. We all rush to the bus. I’m the last on the bus so Mitch takes my seat from yesterday, across from Shane.
“Hey. That’s my seat.” I say with a slight pout I refuse to believe I have. Crossing my arms.
“Oh? So you have a seat now.” He asks with a smirk. Almost like he planed this.
I raise my chin, undeterred. “Yes, I do. And you’re in it.”
Mitch raises his hands and moves. “Sorry, your highness.”
I take my seat back like a queen to her throne. Sitting with all the grace and elegance I can muster. “That’s fine, Just don’t let it happen again, peasant.” As if the nickname ‘your highness’ would bother me.
Sal laughs. “She has one point five million followers Mitch, more important than you times two.”
I snort. Shane laughs at his friends. I’d know because I was definitely staring. “Well. Atleast you know your place.”
A choir of ‘ooo’s’ and ‘ahhh’s’ echo through the early morning air. I smile, crossing my legs , all grace forgotten, like I belong in this seat. With them around me.
As the engine starts, Shane leans over the small table to ask sarcastically “This how you act around every group of strangers?”
I grin slyly. “Only the ones who play a musical instrument. I have standards you know.” He leans back with a click on his tongue to hide the bubbling laughter as everyone settles in.
The ride back is the same as the one before. Full of jokes, all though a quiet ease passes through the air. I ignore how many times Shane looks at me as I speak, gesturing vividly to the group. I find out they all live pretty close too. The group comes to an agreement to stop at a little diner on the outskirts of silver lake neighbourhood to eat. Me and Shane already ate but we follow anyways.
After a whole lot of ‘can I get a’s…’ we find a table and eat. I double down on waffles. What? I like waffles. Out of the corner of my eye, I spot a camera aimed at me. I laugh to my self and use Shane’s tallness to my advantage and hide. He notices and sees the camera, waving. I slap his shoulder fun-lovingly. “You’re such a dick.” The last thing I need is to be broadcasted online for everyone to comment their opinions about being in a diner with Shane after yesterdays show with wet hair when I haven’t even formed a stable opinion of it yet myself.
He shrugs and turns to me. Looking down on me. “What? Can’t leave the fans hanging.”
I shake my head and peak. They left. We eat in peace. Well, peace and loud table slapping jokes. Back in the bus, for the last 30 minutes they recap the tour so far. Leaving me interested and story fed. Once we’ve parked on a street, I gasp against the tinted windows.
“I know where this is.”
Shane laughs. Turning his body to follow my view. “That’s was always a possibility.”
I roll my eyes and stand with everyone else. “No seriously, I live not even five minutes away from here.”
Shane follows me again, putting a hand through his hair. “And it gets crazier and crazier.”
“You know” I begin as I step out onto the street. “Once is accidental, twice is a coincidence, But three times…”
He huffs a laugh. “Are you saying I’m stalking you?”
“I’m saying that’s always a possibility…” I mock his earlier words.
The others head to a house I’m guessing is Shane’s while carrying in the bags. Leaving me and Shane to stand next to the bus. I cross my arms, protecting my heart from the oddly sad feeling it’s emitting.
“So…”
“So… you walking home?” I nod. “Alright. Since I’m stalking you I’m guessing—I mean I know you’re going… this way?” He points in the wrong direction.
For the sake of it I say. “Oh, it’s actually the other way but it’s okay. I can walk by myself—“ I smile when I get an ear full of ‘don’t be ridiculous’, nodding, I fall into step besides him. What? I’m just a girl.
As we’re walking I pull out my phone. “What’s your cash app?”
He huffs a light-hearted frustrated breath. “It’s you-don’t-gotta-pay-me-back boose.”
I roll my eyes and tap into my app. “Wow. You know, maybe if you asked for my number with your usual level of sarcasm I would have said yes.”
He slips his hands inside his pockets, stops walking and shrugs. “No.” The word is simple. Short. Stable.
I stop walking too, turn and I give him a look that says ‘not funny.’ “No seriously. Im going to pay you back—“
He holds a hand up. Outraged. “Vivian Francesca Whinehouse.” I purse my lips and sigh. He grins from ear to ear, pleased that actually worked. What? The spirit of my mother sneaks up my spine whenever my full government name is spoken in that tone and I already went outside with wet hair, I can’t take anymore risks.“You will not pay me back. I am a man. It is what manly men do—“
I cut him off with a laugh. “Manly men?”
“Yes.” And again, my laughter does not discourage him. Instead, he doubles down. “I said what I said. There is a lot of people who would agree.”
“And a lot of people who would get you if they knew how much you hate witches—“
“Woah. Okay. Wait. I’m sorry.” I laugh. Hard. Just like he doubled down—I double over. “Lemme rephrase. You getting stranded is essentially my fault, in a way, so. Let me take care of it by paying on your behalf.”
I shake my head. Itching my forehead. I’m about to refuse again when what is unmistakably the voice of my best friend booms from behind me.
“Vivian, if you do not let his handsome man take care of the financial aspect of your random, scandalous, rendezvous of the last few hours, I’m hiding your spare key.”
I suck in a breath for strength and turn to face the person summoned by people speaking my full name three times in the last 24 hours.. “Hello Eloise. Feel the possession of my mother’s spirit perchance?”
“You know I take that as a complement Vivian.” Eloise says undeterred. 
“Eloise. Please to met yet another voice of reason.” Shane smugly adds from besides me. Beaming when I death glare him.
“Viv. Man with money. Hello.”
I pull her into a hug. “Classy as usual.”
She responds to both hugs and the same level of humour as me. “Stubborn as usual.” She lets me go to spin me around by my shoulders to Shane. The message clear.
I throw my hands up in defeat. “Fine. I won’t cashapp you.”
He nods. Trying—and failing— to conceal a Wacky grin. Uh oh—if him and El become friends my life is over. “No problem Vi.”
I nod. Not really knowing what to do next. “Well— I’m going to go and change out of my clothes…”
He nods. Hands back in pockets. “Of course. I’ll…be in contact?”
I nod as nonchalantly as I can. Even as I feel Eloise squeeze my shoulders behind me in anticipation. “Kinda hard not to since we’re tied together on the internet forever.”
He laughs. “Forever huh? Okay, I’ll take that as a Vivian’s way of saying yes.”
I begin to back away slowly. “You take that well— I mean right. You…guessed right.”
I hear Elouise’s stifle of laughter behind me and I add. “I’ll go now.”
He stays rooted in his spot but nods. “Alright. Nice meeting you Viv.”
“Yup. Yeah. You too Shane.” I wave. I wave. What is it with me and waving in awkward hellos and goodbyes. “Bye.”
“Until next time Vi.” And he turns. And he walks away.
When he’s safely around the corner Eloise squeals. Atleast she holds herself back sometimes. “He called you Vivian! You don’t let anyone do that but your mother and me!” she jumps, the excitement physically pouring off of her.
I sigh. “I don’t let you do that, you just do anyways.”
“Not the point. the point is, you let him!” She accuses. She’s right but still, it’s an accusation.
“He’s basically a stranger El, so you want me to yell at a stranger for using my full name?” I gesture rapidly to get my useless point across.
She deadpans and turns to me. “I once watched you yell at a driving instructor for using your full name.”
I roll my eyes and grumble. “Yeah well I corrected him three times already.”
She laughs. “You’re so fucked.”
I sigh. No point in denying in. “I know. Believe me, I know.” So i sit in my L.A apartment and watch the video at the concert on repeat. What have I gotten myself into?
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ thank you for reading! I really do appreciate it. Also did anyone pick up on the song choices at the start??☺️
