4- Not so bad?

                                    

                                          


                          
~2nd Person POV~
                          
You let out a small gasp as your eyes flashed open, your chest straining for a split second before relaxing again. You tried to sit up, before falling back down again after feeling a pain in your head. You let out a tired groan.
                          
"I see you're awake." A familiar voice said. You looked to your side and saw your twin brother holding medicine and a glass of water. You hummed in response before taking the medicine and swallowing the water. You thought back to last night and your eyes widened.
                          
"Lawlie?" You called your brother's name, causing him to look up at you. "Is he still here?"
                          
"The man you got drunk with last night? Yeah, he's sleeping in the guest room." He said with a smirk. "For a second I was worried he got a little too intimate with you." He added, still smirking mischievously.
                          
"Don't forget I'm older. I will ground you." You threatened. Lawlie just chuckled and took a sip of the same water he handed you. You rolled your eyes with a small smile before picking up the bottle of medicine and turning towards the door.
                          
"Wait." Lawlie said suddenly. You turned to face him with a questioning look. "Thank you."
                          
"What?" You asked.
                          
"I know... I know it's just because the Operator told you to, but." He paused for a moment. "Thank you for taking your mask off after all these years, and thanks for making friends." Lawlie said with sincerity.
                          
"Whatever. I'm going to have to kill him and the others eventually anyways." You stated before walking out the door. After letting out a short sigh, you made your way to the guest room. The guest room was at the opposite end of the hall than your room, with an office and a bathroom separating the two rooms. Originally, you thought turning the empty room into a guest bedroom was a waste of time since you never had visitors. However, you were forced to do so when Lawlie used his puppy-dog eyes on you. Seriously, how is that 21 year old so darn childish?! Rolling your eyes at the memory your opened the door to the room you were so suddenly thankful for having, and caught sight of a sleeping Tim in the unused bed. You placed the medicine and a small note on the bedside table before leaving a silent as you came. Then off you were to your small office.
                          
~Tim's POVish~
                          
Tim opened his eyes to a splitting headache. He groaned but looked around the unfamiliar room whilst getting his thoughts together. 'I drove a stranger home. She invited me in to watch a movie. We both drank a little too much.' He recalled before slowly sitting up. He glanced over at the bedside table and saw medicine, a glass of water, and a note. Turning over the note, he read what it said.
                          
'Hello, it's (y/n). Sorry about last night, I didn't expect to drink so much. If I'm not here before you read this, I'm probably in my Office two doors down the hall on your right. I'll be out soon.'
                          
Tim put the note down and grabbed the medicine and water. After downing those, he slowly sat up in bed, before running into the closest bathroom he could find. Note to Tim: Don't drink that much again.
                          
~(y/n) POVish~
                          
You sat at your desk in her office, scribbling on one of the many papers cluttering your room. The walls, floor, and your desk were all covered in papers with warnings and drawings of the Operator, or jobs the Operator gave you. In the corner of the room farthest from the door, was a large leather bag containing a select few of the many tapes you had. The tapes in the bag were the ones she dubbed the most important or vital tapes you had made so many years ago. The rest of the tapes you made were buried with her parent's graves for safe keeping. Creepy, right? Well, not to you. Those tapes were treasured by your parents, and if you had simply thrown away the tapes her parents wouldn't be resting so peacefully. (y/n)'s drawing was interrupted by a knock on her door.
                          
"(y/n), he's awake." Her brother stated, not even opening the white door.
                          
"I'll be out soon. Would you mind making him breakfast or something?" You asked, receiving a quick 'yes ma'am' in response. The girl then looked back to her work and contemplated. 'Alright, it's okay, just a few more 'friends' to make and you'll be given the order and all this will be over' You reassured yourself, not wanting to talk to this 'Tim' guy anymore. With a sigh you stood up, causing your chair to scoot back a bit, before pushing the papers of your desk and onto the cluttered ground. You then walked over the ground, or more like the papers covering it, to the door across the room. Just as you opened it you saw the familiar sideburns of your so-called friend. His hand was held up in a fist, not in an aggressive way, but it did show that he had intentions of knocking on the door. In a slight panic, you kept the door mostly shut, slid through the small opening you left, then shut it entirely behind you.
                          
"Oh, hey Tim." You greeted nervously, your voice slightly shaking. That was a close one. "Did you get the note?"
                          
"Yeah, thanks for the medicine by the way." He said, trying to hide his suspiciousness of the room you kept out of his sight. Key word; trying. You knew he was suspicious, but come on, with that exit who wouldn't be? Especially when he's dealing with the Operator already.
                          
"Sure, sure." You replied. An awkward tension sat in the air for a few moments until your brother spoke up.
                          
"Breakfast is ready!" He said, just loud enough for the two of you to hear but not so loud it would affect your headaches. 'At least my brother's not as awkward as me.' You silently thanked, making your way to the dining room with Tim.
                          
After sitting at the dark wood table awkwardly eating for a few minutes, you broke the silence.
                          
"Once again, sorry about last night. I didn't think that would happen." You apologised.
                          
"Yeah, me too. I over did it, and at a stranger's house- no offence." Tim added, chuckling a bit.
                          
"None taken. Actually, it was kind of fun though, even if we weren't exactly watching Monty Python." You continued the conversation. The air seemed to lighten a bit as conversation with the man slowly became easier.
                          
"Yeah, my memory of it's a bit foggy but I seem to remember you calling me a 'silly goose'." He said, obviously trying to tease you.
                          
"Yeah? I recall you saying you liked my face." You shot back, causing him to chuckle.
                          
Maybe he's not so bad after all.