Mixed Feelings: A Michael Afton x Reader Story.

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 - 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙨

Note:

- chapter contains strong language!!

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The trip back to the pizzeria was mostly quiet, but it felt weird. It was so awkward and I didn't want it to be. Things were mostly uncomfortable enough as it was, but after that 'moment' everything felt so tense.

We eventually reached the building, and Michael walked in first. I followed after, looking up and meeting my parent's glare. Oh man..

"What is going on here?!" My mom asked, raising her tone. Her stare switched between me and my friend. We only glanced at each other, staying silent as my mom crossed her arms. I completely forgot about our fight, the suspension, everything.

"So you're sneaking off together? Can I just bring up the elephant in the room: you two have been suspended because of the fight you had?!" She exclaimed. My dad put his hand on my mother's shoulder, calming her a little.

He looks at me with a sombre expression, "I'm disappointed in you Y/N.." He stated, sternly. "It's your brother's birthday, too." It doesn't really matter to me when mom is disappointed, but my dad..

I rubbed the back of my neck, looking down. I didn't know what to say, I was still speechless from the moment we had.

"And your father Michael," my dad looked at Mike. Mike looked up, "what would he think of this? I doubt he'd be any happier than we are- maybe even angrier." My dad stared Mike down.

"Sorry, sir.." He said awkwardly, glancing at me before looking to the ground.
"I think we should leave." My mom said, looking at my dad.
My dad nods, "come on Y/N." He started to walk to the door, whilst my mom went to get B/N.

I looked at Mike as he looked at me: both of us sharing the same embarrassed expression. "I'll uhm.. see you later I guess." I waved, starting to walk away.
Michael smiled a little, "yeah.. see you around." He waved back. I turned to the door, walking out of it and to my dad's car.

My mom climbed in with my brother soon after, and dad started the car. I looked out the window: noticing Michael's dad seemingly yelling at him and pointing to our car. Sighing, I looked away.

It had been a while since we left the pizzeria early, B/N sulked the whole way home. I couldn't blame him: we cut his birthday party short all because I wanted to hang out with a friend for a little while. I still thought my parents were overreacting, it's better to be friends with him right?? That's what I thought mom wanted me to learn- it's also what I used in my argument with them. They only shut me down and told me it was my fault again.

I could stop thinking about the train tracks. Getting caught was fun, it gave me an adrenaline rush. But afterwards felt odd: I wasn't sure how to feel about Michael.

It had been a few weeks, and I've partly forgiven him, but I wasn't expecting anything like that. It wasn't like I hated him now because of that, of course I didn't hate him. However, I did feel worried that things would stay awkward, and I didn't want it to be that way. I laid on my bed, staring at the ceiling and thinking whilst the rest of my family sat downstairs together.

I was pulled from my thoughts: the sound of my telephone ringing next to my head. I jumped a little, furrowing my brows and picking it up. "..hello?" I spoke into the phone.

"Hey, Y/N." It was Mike's voice, with Whitesnake blasting in the background.

Mike.

"Oh- Michael.." I sat up, clutching to a pillow. I could hear the music being turned down. "..How did you get my number?"