Mixed Feelings: A Michael Afton x Reader Story.

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚 - 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙠

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- WHY DO THE PICTURES I SET KEEP GLITCHING OUT

- chapter contains strong language!!

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I slowly pulled Michael into my arms, hugging him. I kept him close, never letting go for a long while. My mind was racing- I didn't know what to say or do. How could I help? I couldn't. There was nothing to do.

Lora was probably gone for good now. She's probably six feet down somewhere- hidden. And the last thing I said to her was 'Be Safe.' Oh man, that makes me want to panic now. I can't overthink this.

"..We'll get through all this shit Mike," my hand ran through his thick hair, cradling him close to me.
"Together."

Maybe we were supposed to fight this fucked up world together, maybe it was destined for us to be. It's strange, how two people- oblivious to each other- can go from such ignorance to such love and trust.

I heard him sigh shakily. I sipped my slushy as he pulled away and fiddled with his cup.

"We should.. probably get back," he checked his watch. "It's just gone four."

I nodded, pushing myself off of the wall- Mike following. He walked me back to my home, throwing away his cup on the way.
"So.." he starts and looks down. "Are you.. going to stay home for a little while longer?"

I gulp and look away, "I.. I can't face anything right now."
"That's fine." Mike smiles and shrugs, "I just miss you.."

I sigh and hug him. He kisses me quick before I climb back up the pipe. He holds my slushy as I did so, returning the half empty beverage once I was on the roof.

I smiled tiredly, "I'll see you around."
He looked as if he wanted to say something more than "definitely:" staring up at me with a nervous look.

I tilted my head, gaining my balance and carefully sitting down on the platform. "What's on your mind?"

He gulped, "Y/N, I think I love you."

It was like all of the breath was bashed out from my lungs and I blushed heavily, smiling widely like an idiot. I fiddled with my cup: giddy and lovesick. Everything else was forgotten- I was suddenly and completely immersed in the moment.

"You don't have to say at back yet." He smiled up at me, looking away and shoving his hands in his pockets, before I chirped up in response.
"Mike I think I love you too."

His head snapped back to my direction almost immediately: a seeming sparkle in his wide eyes. "You do?!" He rose his voice a little and I giggled, hushing him and looking around. I nodded and he grinned widely, rushing toward the pipe leading to where I was and climbing up. I backed out of the way for him, giggling and putting my cup down.

He rushed to me as I stood up, and hugged me tightly- kissing my cheeks and smiling. I couldn't stop giggling- the redness apparent on my face wouldn't go away, and I hugged back tightly. Was this what love really feels like? Is this what normal people do? Cool.

"I hope you're not just saying that so I don't feel sorry for myself," he looked at me again.
I shook my head, "no way!" I kissed him and he smiled, almost hopping up and down on the spot, hugging me again. It was almost, just maybe, as if he hadn't been told he was loved by someone in a while.

The lights from my parents bedroom, two rooms across from mine, suddenly switched on- and both of our gazes turned toward it.

"Uh oh," I sniggered. Of course: I immediately started shitting myself a little, I was going to be in big trouble- it's like four AM right now. But who cares? Parents will be parents. Mike loves me.

Mike looked back at me and kissed me passionately again- like he wanted my parents to walk in and see us out of my bedroom window. Doing the filth as mom would say.

I laughed, putting my hands on his shoulders and trying to refrain- but it was of no use. I wanted them to see us as well, I wanted to almost brag about us to them.

My mom burst into my room and shouted my name angrily, storming over to my window and reaching out: grabbing my arm. She pulled me away from Mike, as I smiled sweetly: weak kneed and infatuated by him.

He gave me the same look back, waving at me as I waved back.
"Get in here now!! Bring that cup with you!" Mom hissed.
I sighed, grabbing the cup and crawling back inside as my mom told Mike to get out of here.

"You should be asleep! Did you sneak out?!" She stared me down angrily. I looked out to see Mike running down the street, away from my house. I smiled to myself.

"Hello?!" She announced herself again.
I looked back, "Hm?"

"Did you, or did you not, sneak out of my house young lady?" She glared me down.
"No I didn't sneak out. Mike came here himself."

She shook her head, "I'm disappointed. Waking all of us up at ungodly hours- after all the nights of sleep we've missed out on?" Okay, that did make me rethink my actions a little. I frowned, slowly snapping back to reality.

"You should be ashamed of yourself." Ouch. A little harsh. That familiar sense of loneliness and sadness started to return, as I looked down, suddenly being overwhelmed with tiredness.
"Go to sleep, right now." She stormed to my door, "and you're cleaning this disgusting room." She shut my door.

I sighed, putting my cup on the side and collapsing onto my bed, hiding myself under my duvet. The moon still glowed into my room: casting shadows all over the place.

I laid there, thinking about everything for a while: what Mike had confessed to me, how my mom treats me, my brother. Everything started to melt into one sticky ball of stress and anxiety that this is temporary and will end. Including my relationship with Mike. What if it does end? What am I supposed to do?

I didn't even realise tears had been running down the sides of my face whilst I was deep in thought, soaking down into my ears. I tried to ignore the familiar lump in my throat, closing my eyes and falling asleep.

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