michael afton AU

Dont lie to dad

michael woke up, in his boxers, laying next to his girlfriend. he groaned and sat up, putting a hand to his pounding head. "what the hell.... where- am-" he couldnt remember where the fuck he was- hell he couldnt remember how he even GOT here. he rubbed his forehead and fell back onto the bed. God his head hurt so badly... he rolled over and looked onto the ground, seeing several empty bottle of alchohol. ". . . . oh no." his eyes widened and he shot up on the bed again. "SHIT- lucy- l-lucy what-" he started shaking his girlfriend, who was older then him and about to graduate. she groaned and ignored him. "fuck off mike..." she mumbled. "LUCY- lucy what the hell happened- did- did we have-" she evantually sat up at the shaking and rolled her eyes annoyed. "yes mike. we did." michael looked shocked. "i- but i was - i was DRUNK- i dont even remem-" she scoffed and got out of the bed, stretching while being completly naked. "oh dont be such a wuss michael- you liked it. . . i think- anyways you should probably go home now. party's been over for a while." now it came back to him. Lucy had dragged him into her friends party. . .and he had a couple drinks... then the whole night was a blur. he paled. "fuck- w-WAIT- did i- did we use a-" she snorted. "no- i'm pretty sure i'm on the pill anyways stop WORRYING so much mike." she was very annoyed with him. michael groaned and rubbed his forehead again. "god i didnt- i dont even remember anything" he muttered bitterly. Lucy just rolled her eyes while getting dressed. "i do. it was fun! anyways- ill see you later mike." then she left him in her friends bedroom. michael looked shocked and sighed shakily, shoving on his clothes. he got home 2 hours later, stopping and picking up some food. Maybe his father would be asleep. . .  

He crept into the house, closing the door with a slight creak. he grimaced at the noise, both because it hurt his pounding head, and that it could wake his father. Mike let out a shakey breath and sighed, going upstairs to his room. . . where william was waiting for him. "where the fuck were you." he demanded, not even giving him a good morning. "ah-" mike swallowed and rubbed the back of his neck. "....s-study session? i um... fell asleep at the library. . ." dammit he hated that he stuttered when he lied. will narrowed his eyes. "..study session. you. at the library." it wasnt a question, it was an interrogation. "y-yes..? Look i wanted to do well on this test and i-" *SLAP* michael stumbled back, rubbing his cheek. "michael. do NOT lie to me. where the hell WERE you." william growled at the teenager.