#neil lewis x female bimbo reader

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫. 𝐍𝐞𝐢𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐅𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬. 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞, 𝐡𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ɴᴇɪʟ ʟᴇᴡɪꜱ x ꜰᴇᴍ! 'ʙɪᴍʙᴏ'! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: Not really, except talks about horror movie gore.

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Neil still remembers it as if it were yesterday. That you had come into the store with your friends, to pick out a couple movies. For, what he assumed to be for a sleepover or something that girls did as a group. He remembered how at the check out you had got Legally Blonde, The Devil Wears Prada, Uptown Girls and the most famous movie that all chicks like Mean Girls. At first he thought that having chick flicks were dumb, but his old friend, Lucien had convinced him that he should. Since chick flicks were a magnet that attracted hot chicks. As much as Neil didn't want to admit it, he was right. It did bring in hot chicks into store. One chick in particular being you.

Ever since you've came into the store, you'd always come by every now and then, to rent out the same tapes. He didn't mind at all, he just liked seen you coming in. Even if it was just to browse around or say Hi to him, he didn't mind. Long story short, he got a crush on you. Believe it or not, but you were his dream girl. His Pixie Dream Girl, in some way. During your short interactions, he caught on how nice you were. His whole life, or at least up until high school, the popular and pretty girls were flat out mean girls who were shallow and only care about their looks and what hot guy they were dating. You? You were different, you were not like other girls, in his book. You seemed genuinely a nice person. Due to how you talked to him, always smiling and in a good mood.

That evening, the shop felt slow, no one or anyone barely came in. It was boring, Neil was dying of boredom. He thought about killing some time by going over some of the return tapes and putting them back. Before he could do that, the door of the shop opened. When he turned to see who it was, he nearly walked into a rack of tapes. It was you. Did his day get better or was this just a coincidence? You gave a small smile and wave. He did the same, but his face turned a slight shade of red, then you proceeded to look around.

As he was 'going' through the box of tapes, he couldn't help but look up and glance at you every now and then. He took notice that you wore that red juicy couture tracksuit with a pair of black heighted sandals. You seem to love that outfit a lot, he's seen you wearing that track suit every time that you come to the store. Either that one, or a pink one. They looked very good on you, in his opinion. He always wondered if you were a juicy couture model of some kind, it would suit you perfectly. After you did your browsing, around the usual section, you headed to the counter. That was his queue to go check you out.

"Hey Neil." You said, smiling at him while you your wallet from your hand bag. "Hey y/n" He said, with almost shy smile. "The usual?" He asked, while looking at both the Legally Blonde and Mean Girls tapes. "Yeah, kind of." You said, with a chuckle while getting your membership card. As he continued the process, it got quiet. While he counted the tapes, he noticed a third one. He thought that it was going to probably be The Devil Wears Prada or Uptown Girls or even Juno, but instead, it was a whole different tape he wasn't expecting you to get a hold of. Cavin Fever. He was in shock, he never thought you, of all people would be into that kind of movies. All that gross gore and stuff made him squeamish, almost sick if you ask him. Then he couldn't help but ask. "You actually watch this?" He asked, while holding the tape. With a shocked expression on his face. "Oh, yeah." You responded with a shy giggle. "Wow, I never thought that- You'd be, ya know. Into that stuff." He admitted. You just shrugged your shoulder. "Meh, even I'm surprised on why I like it. I don't know how to explain it though. I just... Like, gross gore. If you can call it that." You explained, earning a chuckle from both you and Neil.

"Oh, I do kind of like those weird, crazy Japanese movies." You told him. "Oh, you do?" Neil asked. "Yeah, my favorites are Suicide Club, Audition, Battle Royale, and Uzumaki." You listed. Neil nodded, still a bit shocked that you liked other movies besides your usual pick. "I've honestly, never seen any of them." You gasped. "You haven't?" You asked, while Neil shakes his head while chuckling by your cute reaction. "You are missing out, I mean. Unless you're into crazy ass movies." You said, while chuckling. Neil couldn't help but also chuckle. Then you got an idea. "I mean... Depends" That's all he could answer, he let out a shy chuckle and his face turn nearly red. This has been the first time he's ever talked to you, longer than usual.

Then you decided to ask him a question. "You free by any chance this week?" You asked, that question made Neil stop what he was doing, just to process what you had asked. "I'm sorry could you repeat that?" He asked, getting a nervous smile on his face. "Are you free this week? Unless you're busy I understand." You said, but he quickly answered. "NO- I mean." He paused, trying to form a sentence, but he almost couldn't. "Yes, I'm free Friday night." He managed to say. You couldn't help but smile. "Oh cool! I was wondering, if you wanted to, like." You let out a small chuckle. "Wanted to come over to my house to, watch a movie? No chick flicks or any gross gore if you like. You can pick something out, surprise me." You said.

Was he dreaming? He had to be dreaming. If only he could pinch himself. "Y-Yeah, sounds good." He responded, with a shy laugh. "Cool!" You said, very excitedly. "Hold on." You said, while taking out a small pink piece of paper from your handbag along with a pink glittered pen. You wrote something down in the paper and then handed it to him. "Here's my phone number, you can call or text me, I prefer texting. Whenever." You said, while handing him the small note. Neil, nervously, but calmly. Took the pink paper. He felt how his thumb gently caressed yours. Making him slightly shiver with pure excitement. "Thank you." He said, with a wide smile.

After you finished your purchase, you left. Almost in a hurry. Neil just stood there in the counter. With complete utter shock and disbelief. Then his good old friend Lucien approached the counter. "What's up with you?" He asked him, then he noticed a pink sheet of paper in his hand. "I got her number." Neil said. "What, no way." Lucien said. Then Neil nearly shoved the pink paper at his face. Conforming that he did indeed get your number. "No fucking way." Lucien said in disbelief. "And we're going on a date... on Friday." Neil finished. Making Lucien look even more shocked. That his friend Neil, is going on a date with a hot chick. "See?! You see!? What did I tell you! That's what happens when you have Chick Flicks in the store." He nearly shouted all over the store. "We should order more of those, maybe I might even get lucky." Lucien Joked. Neil was still in shock, busy looking at the glittery numbers written on the small piece of paper. He was never going to throw that piece of paper again.

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