Mixed Feelings: A Michael Afton x Reader Story.

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙫𝙚 - 𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙚

Note:

- more character development

- chapter contains strong language and intended abuse!!

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"So, you didn't tell me about this whole.. interviewing people, investigation shit." My hands gripped tighter around the straps on my backpack.

"Yeah well.. I didn't wanna stress you out y'know? I just thought, with everything already going on.." Actually quite thoughtful of him. "I dunno.."

I stayed quiet, "you're not mad at me are you?"
"What? No! No," I cleared my throat, "I just.." I shrugged. "Well.."

"You're happy about my dad getting arrested, aren't you?" He grinned.

"Well aren't you?" I looked up, "he's finally getting what he deserves."
He shrugged, his fingers tapping on the straps of his bag. "I guess so. And it has been cool staying with Henry."

"You're staying with Henry? Must be nice."

"Well you can always stay round sometime I guess."

I shrugged, "I think one angsty teen staying at his house is enough."
Mike exhaled a small laugh through his nose, looking down.

"Especially when the angsty teen is Asston's son."

I guess that name set him off- as he started to laugh heartily. "Asston?!"
I smiled to myself, keeping my stare at the floor and only listening to his giggles.

"That's an insult to my family name," he sniggered. "I take some offence you scrote."

I shrugged, "suck it up poser." My middle finger stood straight facing him.
He laughed, "well I would return the gesture but," he patted down his pockets and shirt, "it seems I have run out of fucks to give." He opened out his empty hand.

I laughed, pushing his shoulder playfully. A comfortable silence followed shortly after our laughter died down.

"You look happier," he smiled a genuine one down at me.

I exhaled. "You know.. I think it's you. Us. I always feel better when I'm with you."
"Me too."

I looked up, "how's.." how do I word this? "Things going with your mom?"

Mike then broke the eye contact, loosing his smile and looking down. "Still no closer. The police can't find anything.. no hints or evidence. It's almost like she had no intent to leave at all." His eyes narrowed, "like she's just.. vanished off the face of the earth."

I shook my head, looking away. "It just.. doesn't make any sense."

"I'll find out what happened," he looked back at me, "I know I will."

I nodded with a smile, and he spoke again. "How's your mom?"

I didn't really want to change the subject onto my mother- who was still clearly living and breathing. But continuing with Lora felt like a panic attack. "She's.. degrading as usual."