Mixed Feelings: A Michael Afton x Reader Story.

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣 - 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙣

Note:

- chapter contains implied child death and strong language!!

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I awoke to the sound of creaking floorboards and quiet music playing: soon opening my eyes to the morning light flooding into my room. My head throbbed heavily, meaning I had a major hangover. It didn't surprise me, I swigged those gin and tonics like there was no tomorrow. I looked over to my clock: 10:34 AM.

I groaned, stretching and rubbing my eyes, holding my head and sitting up. I started to slowly recall the events of last night: immediately looking over to where I remembered my friend sleeping last. The DIY bed was empty- only sprawled blankets across the floor. I furrowed my brows, before the door to my bathroom opened.

Outstepped Mike with a towel around his waist and a towel around his head.

He looked up, seeing me awake and going bright red: "oh! Oh- uh-" he immediately backed into the bathroom again and covered himself behind the door. "I thought you were going to be sleeping longer." He called out.

I breathed a sigh of relief, laughing slightly. I was just glad he didn't leave without me, I promised to walk him home to make him feel more comforted.

"Yeah- change of plans I guess." I swung my legs over my bed and stood up. "I'm gonna go eat something and leave you to uhm.." I rubbed my face, motioning around my room, "change."

Mike laughed awkwardly, nodding and waiting for me to leave: which I did.

My feet travelled toward my door, walking out of it and shutting it behind me. I walked downstairs, itching my scalp. My mom was in the kitchen, she looked up: anger painting her features. Here we go..

"What time did you get back last night?!" Her tone was immensely irritated.

I sighed, "it wasn't that late.." I walked over and grabbed the cereal box off the side. If anything, I was hoping she wouldn't see me at all this morning. I looked like shit.

"Wasn't that late," she imitated me. I couldn't argue really: she had a right to be mad. I really hoped she didn't know about-

"And can I just mention you have a boy in your bedroom?!" Never mind.

She looked up at the ceiling: where my bedroom directly sat. I paused, tensing up, before looking away and awkwardly pouring my cereal into a bowel.

"I came in this morning, to check you actually came home, only to see a boy lying asleep on your floor?!" She held out her hands. "You didn't.. do anything filthy did you?" Mom looked at me, worried. No. This was not happening-

I blushed heavily, widening my eyes and looking at her- speechless. "Oh please say you used protection-" oh god.

"Mom!! We didn't do anything!!" I exclaimed, my face red with embarrassment.

"Oh thank the lord." Mom pinched the bride of her nose.

I hid my face, "oh my god." I groaned, humiliated.

"I might be imagining things, but isn't he the same boy you had the fight with?! And then hung out with?!" She cried out, confused and angry.

"Well- isn't it better to make friends not enemies?!" I argued back, "I thought you were all about that shit-"

"Language!!" She cried.

I cleared my throat, "I thought you were all about that.. stuff." I crossed my arms, swaying awkwardly.