Michael Afton x Reader ~ We'll Be Ok

Dancing Dreams

 {[Y/N]'s POV}

I got up, stretched and got ready just like every morning. Mr. Afton already left for work, so I didn't have to say bye to him this morning. There's a Spring Fling dance today after school, I believe around 6, so I had a dress and some accessories set out in my room. Ugh, I hate calling it a Spring Fling though, so I'll normally just refer to it as just a Spring Dance.

I grabbed a protein bar and grabbed my bag. "Michael, we gotta go, we're gonna be late!" I called out. He walked down and grabbed his car keys. "Alrighty then, let's go." I started heading out, when I felt someone hug me from behind. I chuckled. "Michaellll, we gotta go," I said.

"I know, I know," he said, pulling away. "Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?"

"Awe, thanks," I said. "You're being awfully nice today- wait, who died? Are you dying? Am I dying?" He chuckled.

"No, don't worry, I just thought that I'd tell you that," he responded. "Anyways, let's go."

----------At School-----------------

Willow and I were just sitting, talking when we got a break. There's no lunch today, since it's a minimum day and all. "Anyways, I'm guessing that you're going to be wearing something that consists of shorts in an overall form and a shirt from Hot Topic, correct?" She asked.

"Nope, I'm gonna be wearing an actual dress," I replied.

"Oh, wow,, that's neat- wait, what's the catch? What color is it?" she asked once more again.

"Well, there's no catch," I started off. "But it is black, like my soul." Her eyes widened and then went back to normal.

"Yep, there's the [Y/N] that we know and love," she said with a small chuckle.

----------After School------------

Michael's been acting extremely nice to me all day. Like something's going on or something like that. I mean, it was sweet of him and all, but I just wasn't sure what's going on. I have a very short shift at Circus Baby's today from 1 - 4:30 though, so I was going to have to go home really quickly and then start heading to the pizzeria.

Michael and I went home together and I got ready really quick. I was finally able to drive myself ((I finally got my driver's license a few days ago!)), so I quickly grabbed my car keys and left. 

 The shift was pretty easy today. I did have to stay at work a little bit later to help with fixing up one of the animatronics that had started glitching out in the middle of the day , so it was about 5 when I actually left. I pulled up in the driveway at about 5: 15. 

After I got back home, there were no lights on. I was really confused, but shrugged it off. I got up to the front door, but I barely even touched the doorknob and the door opened. I cautiously walked inside, to see Michael standing there in this very nice tuxedo. "What's going on?" I asked.

"I- um," he started. I listened. He seemed semi - nervous about something.

{Michael's POV}

Why can't I just say it? I mean, I'm never really a fan of school dances and I just normally thought that the school dances were so lame , so I hadn't asked anyone before anyways! Ok, listen Michael, just say it with me; 'Will you be my Date to the dance, [Y/N]?' SEE! It's as simple as that!, I thought to myself. 

"Uh- I, ummmm," I said instead. I could just hear my friend's voices in my mind. 'What the hell Michael?!' they'd say.

'It's so simple! It's not like you're asking her to help you commit a murder!'