Mixed Feelings: A Michael Afton x Reader Story.

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣 - 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙥 𝙛𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧

Note:

- chapter contains strong language!!

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Me and Michael sat upstairs in his room, having finished dinner. It was a weird experience: their family was so uncomfortable to be around. This house felt so eerie, so desolate.

They had all been effected by the loss of Chris, even if some of them don't show it as much as others. Michael seemed to have been affected in a way that made him hate his father more, and act like more of a dick around people. Understandable, they were all so distraught and upset. Rightly so.

"Alright: I have The Breakfast Club, Weird Science and Fright Night. Which one?" Michael looked at me, holding all three cases.
I peer at the covers, "go with The Breakfast Club."

Michael nodded, sliding the VHS into the player. I plop down onto his bed, as he got up and walked to his door. "I'm gonna get some food," he said- before walking out.

The movie started and I snuggled up against the wall, bopping my head with the opening theme song. Michael soon came back with sweets and nacho chips, in his other hand he held a jar of 'mild salsa.'

He climbed over me and pulled open his curtains, opening his window and lighting a cigarette. "You want one?" He looked over at me, holding the packet. I shrug, taking one and placing it between my lips. He passed the lighter and I set it alight, taking a drag and putting the lighter on his bedside table.

Michael sat up on his window sill, watching the movie and blowing smoke out his window. I stayed on his bed, making sure the smoke travelled in the same direction.

He eventually put his out against the brick of the roof, doing the same with mine once I was finished, climbing back down and sitting next to me.

The air was freezing, but he had to keep the window open- to make sure no smell of smoke was left behind.

I shiver, causing Michael to look over. "Oh, shit," he looked around his room, before getting up.
My jaw chattered- "what are you doing?"- and my arms wrapped my body.

He dug through his closet, pulling out a thick blanket and coming back over with a smile. I laugh a little, sitting up as he drapes it over me, climbing back over me and sitting down again. I found it cute that he cared about me, that he made an effort to make me comfortable.
I cling to the fabric, as it covers my form, watching the movie quietly.

Michael would look over at me every now and again, watching me stare at the screen or eat nachos. It was kinda of weird- I hated when people watched me doing my thing. Eventually, I looked up: unsurprisingly meeting his gaze. "What..?" I ask as he smiles at my confused expression.

"Have I got food on my face or something?" I slid the back of my hand across my mouth, looking away.
"No.." Michael said, causing me to look back. I felt butterflies in my stomach, did he find me cute??

"You just look so.." I smiled a little, waiting for him to finish his sentence. "You look so weird when you eat."

My smile went, giving him a more 'really?' sort of look. He laughed his ass off, clutching to his stomach because leading me on was that funny to him. 

I grabbed a pillow and hit him with it repeatedly- laughing. "You're such a dick!!" I said through laughter as he tried to block my attacks, giggling. He was such a child sometimes.