BRO?? IM KINDA OVERWHELMED ON HOW MUCH ATTENTION THIS BOOK IS GETTING..
GLAD YOU'RE ENJOYING IT!
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Y/n's pov.

I had finished making breakfast and was now sitting at the table with Whitty who still managed to tower over me. Man was messing up his back posture from sitting at the table that was clearly way too small for him.

I was taking a bite out of my food till I noticed Whitty pick up the plate and was about to put the whole thing in his mouth.
"AYO?? WHITTY DONT EAT THE PLATE" I reached out to him, motioning for him to put it down.
"Oh shit sorry.. uhhh..." Whitty looked around avoiding eye contact. This man could eat anything, couldn't he? I watched him consume all the food in a second instead.

"Well... at least you didn't eat the damn glass.." I shrugged and continued eating my own food in peace.
"If I were you, I'd try to get at least an hour of sleep before we go. We're leaving soon," I said to the bomb boy before standing up and putting both plates in the sink.

"Do I HAVE to go though? What if updyke sees me and follows us back to your place? We'd both be in danger.." He cringed at the thought of that. It would be a shame if the person who helped him got killed from the shit going on in his life.
"He's a cloud. Right? Saw him looking for you yesterday. A fucking cloud is after you. Why don't you just beat him up?" I raised a brow with a joking smile. Dude was being chased by literal A I R.

"Its not that simple.." Whitty sighed and stood up.
"You do have to go though.. I don't even know what size clothes you wear," I said as I cleaned off the table.
"How tall are you? Fucking 7ft tall?"
"8'11ft"
"8'11FT?!- Yeah you definitely have to go to try on clothes. I don't know where I'd get pants for an 8ft tall person. Shirts are ok, but PANTS? A whole different story!!" I sighed. This was gonna be difficult..

"Ok.. just wake me up when its time ok?" Whitty let out a slightly disappointed sigh.
"Mk! I'll be looking up stores then, have a nice rest Whitty!" I waved to him as he exited the kitchen and lays on the couch.

This town was full of a bunch of crazy and wacky looking people, but I never met someone as tall as Whitty. Only person I've seen that was nearly his height was that bear trap girl, who looked to only be at least 6'5-7 ft.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and began searching up nice malls near-by.
"Hmm nope, definitely nope, aw hell no they had shitty service, no, nuh-uh.. man these stores suck.." My eyebrows furrowed as I stared at all the options on screen. They were all horrible, either having bad clothing options or just having rude employees.

That's when I realized..

THE CLOSEST MALL HAD HELLA BAGGY CLOTHES! Whitty's clothes that he had on now were really baggy, so I could only assume that's his style.

Perfect.. but then again, would they have pants to fit an 8'11ft tall man? That we'll have to find out ourselves.

(SMALL TIME-SKIP TO AFTER AN HOUR!!)

"So what kind of clothes are you into Whitty?" I questioned him on the way to the mall. We were taking the car for safety reasons.
No answer.
"Whitty?" I asked again. He was dozing off.
"God dammit Whitty, this is why you should've slept last night!!" I nudged his arm to snap him out of it.
He flinched and rubbed his head.
"Sorry.. what was the question?" He turned his head to me, resting his hands in his lap.
"What kind of clothes do you like?" I questioned again, looking at him from the corner of my eye.

"Well.. I like the baggy type, it just comfortable I guess?" Whitty shrugged.
"SO I WAS RIGHT?? YES!" I punched the air making him look at me funny.

We were soon pulling into the parking lot of the mall, parking close to the door. I was gonna be careful now since Whitty was with me, and my main goal was to keep him safe.
"Mall time, woo-hoo! Lets go Whitty!" I cheered. He looked beyond confused on why I was so excited about it..
Its most likely the fact that I'm hoping to make this bomb boy happy too, cause I haven't seen him smile ONCE.

Whitty stepped out of the car with his hoodie on over his head as he quickly walked to the mall's doors. I quickly followed behind him. He was a fast walker.. Mr fucking long legs.

"Ay Whitty, find some of the things you like and I'll buy it! Make sure it fits first.." I told the tall man.
"With your money?? I have some spare ca-"
"Whitty. I may not need to do this, but I sure as hell want to, got it? You're with me now!" I grinned at him making him look away.
"Then I guess I can't stop you. I won't get much.." Whitty sighed as he began leading me to the men's section.

'I wonder what shoe size he wears..' the random thought crossed my mind as I follow behind him.

(SMALL TIME SKIP A G A I N)

Everything Whitty asked to get was sweatpants or hoodies that were 4 times his size. The sweatpants were "baggy" too and managed to fit him like a glove. He got enough clothes that would last a week, but thats all he needed for now.

'Now I have his shirt and pants sizes.. I'll get him more stuff later and without him so he doesn't try to stop me' I thought with a smug smile on my face.

"Hey!!" The employee snapped their fingers in front of myself.
"50 dollars. Hurry up and pay, its almost break time!" She crossed her arms and glared.
"Mk? I was waiting for you to tell me the price, dumbass.." I mumbled the last part, loud enough for her to hear.
"Hurry up and pay i said!" She seemed offended.
"Whatever." I rolled my eyes and handed her 50 dollars.. in one dollar bills.
"I'm not counting, bitch" I smirked at her and took the bags.

"Lets get out of here Whitty." I motion for him to follow, which he quickly caught up behind me.
"What was that about?" Whitty questioned as he began entering the car.
"Just some cranky bitch.. I understand its almost break time, but geez! Not my fault she took so long to get the price." I growled as I got in the driver's seat.
"Anyways.. wanna stop somewhere? Get a drink or something to eat maybe?" I looked over at Whitty.
"Whatever's fine with me.. Can we just go back to your house soon? They searched for me harder at night." Whitty began to fidget with the zipper of his jacket.
"Hnn.. Fine. I'll drop you off at the house and you tell me what you want from the cafe." I sighed and started up the car.
"Ok.." He agreed and sat back in the seat.

No one's pov.

"Ey boss.. I think I found him." ??? said into the phone.
"Excellent. Whats the location he was spot at?" The voice spoke, it had a slightly British accent.
"Nearby a mall. The mall is close to that weird rap battle place." ??? responded with a sharky smile that could be heard through the phone.
"Was there anyone with him?" The voice questioned.
"Couldn't tell.." ??? responded.
"You're doing well, if he's continually spot in the area he must have somewhere he's staying at. Thank you for informing me." The voice said.
"No prob boss. Talk to ya if I find out anything else." ??? said before hanging up and sinking backwards into the dead ended alley way and disappearing.

Y/n's pov again..

I ended up buying some stuff from the cafe and sharing with Whitty.

"Aw shit.. I just realized, I missed the try outs!!" I rested my head in the palm of my hand. Whitty winced a bit.
"My bad.." Whitty said quietly.
"And what makes you think its your fault? I may have just met you, but your comfort and hygenie is much more important than some stupid battle. After all.. I'll try again next week" I shrugged with a grin, patting the bomb's head.

His body got warm fast and he moved away from my hand.
Stopping myself from doing, I sighed.
"Goodnight Whitty, ill cya in the morning.. SLEEP this time, alright??" I said as I stood up. He just nodded and waved to me.

Guess I gotta work on getting him more comfortable here now, huh?

HERE YOU GO! NEXT PART MIGHT BE OUT TOMORROW.. DEPENDING ON HOW EVERYTHING IS.
Also I hope you don't mind the personality I used for Whitty, cause I feel like he's a little out of character. He's literally the quiet shy kid and is said to not have much confidence either..
First few chapters are gonna basically be "Get to know Whitty"/ "Getting Whitty settled" and you basically just hang out with him for a bit untill we actually get into the plot line