𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍, 80s, 90s, 00s

mike seaver 📺

"Just go up to his room, Y/N. It'll be fine...." my friend repeated her words for the 17th time. I sighed heavily standing by Mikes mailbox with my bike. We had just gotten into a huge fight and Mike had made it clear that he didn't want to see me for a long while. I couldn't believe I had actually said those words to Mike. We had just fought no less than 2 hours ago about how I thought Mike didn't like me as much as I did him.

Then he said those 3 fatal words that could make anyone react in an unexpected way. He said he loved me. And I was so angry and confused that I said what I never thought I could say to Mike.

"Well, I don't love you."

And with that Mike made it clear he didn't want to see me right then and there. So, I left with tears cascading down my cheeks.

"But what if he doesn't believe me." I bit my nails from pure anxiousness. My mouth got fuzzy thinking about it. My friend sighed and nudged me towards the house. I guess there was no turning back. I went up and knocked on the door. I felt terrible because it was probably dinner time for them and I'd interrupt.

"Oh, hello, Y/N...." Maggie opened the door with her usual smile. I gulped not wanting to hint at my nervousness.

"Hi. Is, uh, is Mike home?" I asked tugging on my shorts trying not to fidget too much. Maggie nodded softly and opened the door wider intending for me to walk on in. I did so and turned left at the stair case not wanting to get into too much conversation with anyone else.

I heard silence coming from inside his room. It pained me to knock on his door. But I did.

"Go away mom. I already told you I'm not coming down!" Mike yelled from behind the door. I closed my eyes thinking of a way to answer.

"It's not your mom, Mike." I softly said regretting coming here in the first place again. I didn't hear a single thing on the other side of the door for awhile. Until I heard footsteps up to the door. He didn't open it but continued talking.

"The hell do you want, Y/N?" He asked. I could hear the pain in his voice. It shook me up to my core. I swallowed hard.

"I want to talk. And- and apologize." I truthfully said. I heard the doorknob unlock and when it swung open my eyes started to tear up. Mike looked absolutely depressing and I've never seen him like this.

"Apologize for what? Apologize for getting angry with me about how I "don't" like you enough, and when I try to show you, you obviously don't like that? I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do here, Y/N." Mike said. I closed my eyes feeling the pain in my chest from his words. But he was right.

"I- I know. And I'm so sorry, Mike. I just- I was so angry I backtracked. I didn't mean to, really! You're everything to me, Mike. I'm sorry I- I'm sorry I acted like that earlier. It wasn't what I wanted to happen." I said sitting on the edge of his bed. Mike rolled his eyes making me want to cry even harder.

"Right." He muttered sitting next to me. I bit my lip hard to conceal the words I was gonna say next but I couldn't help it.

"I do love you, Mike. I love you like my life will end tomorrow. I love you like you're the only thing left it my life. I love you more than anything to ever be on this Earth. I really love you. And I hope you can just forgive me. Because you're my one and only." I said placing my hand on top of his lightly. Thankfully, he didn't move it or anything. He looked over to me with his dreadful looking eyes.

"Really?" He asked with a faint smile. I felt so much relief at that smile.

"Really." I repeated. Mike wasted no more time before leaning in and kissing my lips. I don't know what I would've done if I didn't fix it. I would've lost apart of myself.

I pulled away softly and stood up indicating that I had to leave. Mike opened the door for me like the "gentlemen" he is. Before I left and pulled him in for a long hug. A really, really long one. His arms basically trapped my waist for about 2 minutes.

"I'll call you later, okay?" I asked exiting his room. His smile lit up my whole world once more before I walked down the stairs and left the house. I really did love Mike Seaver.