Beca's POV
She was cooking dinner for her and Mike until Mike's twin, Michelle walked in the door. She used to work at Freddy's, but then quit for whatever reason (YOU MAKE IT UP BIATCHEZ).
"Oh hey, Ms. Fazfuck." Michelle said.
"Oh hey, Dick #2" I snapped.
We all started laughing our asses off after an awkward moment.
The two joked the same way she joked around Mike. I went back to cooking.
"Oh, is that your casserole?"
"Yup."
"Mmmm... sounds good to me!"
"You were lucky that I made extra."
"Thank you!"
Mike ignored us, probably annoyed by us. I finally finished. We all sat down and started eating. I bet Mike was having one of his " I fucking hate myself because I kinda messed up my life" moments. I put my hand on his. I hope he knows I'm always going to be there. No matter what. Thru the thick and thin, small or tall, always there. I noticed he was blushing, I was too.
"Maybe I should leave..." Michelle ran out the door with a sleeping bag.
I chuckled, he was still blushing.
"Hey, Beca... would you think it be EGGcentlent if we went on a date?"
"Yeah, I think it would be PURRfect." I giggled.
CLIFFHANGER BITCHEZ.
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Mikey
FanfictionREAD ME!!!!!! He is the old. You are the new. He survived. But you didn't know. He's protected. And you are too. But by one. He dies unfortunately but is happy. But you... you are depressed. Hey this is a sad book, and this is BEFORE Promises. Kinda...
