The day started out the same. No one home. Just you. Your possessions. And the house. You decide to do the dumbest stuff possible while you were alone (me tho). So you got up on your parent’s table and started to dance. At least you called it dancing. You didn’t know what you were doing, and neither did your- computer? “Wha-” Your old computer had grown eyes and hands and a mouth and- you get the idea. “I’m a computer. I’m a computer-y guy” Is it- singing? You had so many questions starting with “computer?” /I guess I ask a lot of questions/ you thought. Nevermind that, what you worried about now was the friggin computer singing and swaying it’s arms. “Everything made out of buttons and wires” “Can you please stop singing?” You say rather calmly in this situation. It may be because you always suspected that your computer was alive by the fact it just looked like it had a face. It creeped you out the first time you saw the computer. “Um- sure since you asked politely. Colin’s the name, technology’s the game.” “y/n” you calmly state. “You’re my most friendliest student y/n! It’s wonderful! Almost as wonderful as me!” He seems prideful and full of himself. But that didn’t bother you.

(your POV)

After some time learning about my new friend, Colin, he seemed to get more attached but me but I didn’t wanna assume anything yet, he seems to not like being touched still though. Oh yeah, he did NOT like being touched AT ALL. I once slipped up and touched his shoulder, he screamed bloody murder. It scared me so much I thought he was going to hurt me, or worse. All though, he didn’t, he looked at me terrified that day as if he thought he hurt me. He looked as if he felt TERRIBLE about it. I apologized for a solid minute. He seemed to forgive me. 

(no one’s POV)

You and Colin have been “roommates” for a month now. And you and Colin loved playing video games. Minecraft. You both had an interest in it. You had built large structures. It was super fun playing with him. You liked to troll him a lot. He did the same to you after. You LOVED hanging out with him. And he LOVED hanging out with you. But you started to notice every time he saw you he would cover his screen or look like he was hiding something OR smoke/sparks would surround his head. /Does he need a doctor- erm- a techno nerd to check him out? I mean- he IS a pretty old computer/ Your thoughts kept coming. Colin was all you thought about. If he was okay, if you wanted to go over to him, ect. Just all you thought about was HIM. “What’s wrong with me?” You whisper to yourself. “Well for starters,“ Colin glanced over to you as you blush in embarrassment, “You’ve been staring at nothing for two or three minutes.” “heh. Sorry” You manage to say. “Don’t apologize y/n,” Colin nudged you and smiled, “You already do that ALL the time” He smiled AND nudged you? WHAT? “Hold up I thought you HATED contact” “I didn’t say I couldn't touch you” His smile stayed. /He- nevermind. It’s not like he’s gonna do this more often./ You were deep in thought. And as if he could hear your thoughts, he made sure you were wrong.

(no one asked, but here's colin x reader. ALSO reminder I've got a story called Twistedwood high. GO CHECK IT OUTTT Lydia out!)