AILUROPHILE [✓]

Calm before the storm

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❝ An unusual or false quiet period before a period of upheaval ❞

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"Good evening."

I tried my best to maintain proper eye contact with Mikey's grandfather, my heart racing in a disjointed rhythm as I balled my hands into fists behind my back.

"Good evening. You are....?"

Introductions. I sucked ass at them.

I mustered up a smile, trying to sound confident, "I'm L/N Y/N!"

Mikey stood in the back and enjoyed my pain, stifling a laugh. Every time my eyes landed on him, I, too, had to bite back a smile that was threatening to form on my face.

I need to stop laughing at everything.

"Y/N! Ah... the one who stops by often to pick you up?" He glanced back at his grandson, as Mikey's posture immediately straightened, an innocent look on his face.

"Yeah. She's a friend of mine and Emma's."

"Nice to meet you." I said as I bowed respectfully, the nervousness hidden behind my cheerful tone. He faintly mumbled an 'alright', diverting his focus back to the newspaper he was invested in.

Good. It was over. Nothing to be scared about anymore.

Releasing a puff of relieved breath, I followed Mikey inside, admiring the interior side by side. I had a rough idea that he was loaded when I first came to his house, but I didn't know he was... this loaded.

"See? He's not bad."

"I never said he was bad, I was just nervous." I retorted, swinging my house keys on my finger to refrain myself from awing out loud at everything.

He chuckled, covering his face with his hand, "You're acting like you had to introduce yourself as my girlfriend."

My mouth fell agape as I searched for words, surprised by his audacity.

"Lord give me patience or an untraceable handgun—"

"Mikey? Oh...Y/N?"

Both of our eyes snapped to the blonde standing in front of us, her eyes visibly perplexed as she took in the situation.

My face broke into a grin. "Emma!"

"Did you... seriously call her over? I told you I'd be fine!" Her tone softened as she looked at me, "I'm so sorry for the inconvenience he'd caused—"

"Ah, it's alright! I really don't mind. I'd be more than happy to help you with the... uh.. date."

"Really? Are you sure?" Her eyes lightened up, a hopeful glint visible in them.

Her actions reminded me of her brother, and how they were somewhat similar. I did see the resemblance— the hair and the excitement on their faces when they were happy... it was all too endearing in a way.

"Of course."

She grabbed ahold of my hand, dragging me to, I assumed, her room. Mikey's calls were ignored by both of us, as we exchanged an amused smile.

"You both are just gonna leave me like this?"

Pissing Mikey off was not just a hobby, it was a lifestyle.

"So.... where do we begin? I've outfits, really good ones, but what do you think would suit me best? No, what would Draken like? Like, something classy—"