Mixed Feelings: A Michael Afton x Reader Story.

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙬𝙤 - 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙫𝙞𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙤

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- chapter contains strong language!!

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Friday night. I need clothes.

I can't share with Mike the whole time I'm at Henry's. He didn't bring that many. And it's not like we're going back to his dreadful house anytime soon.

I need to suck it up and get clothes from my house.

I know I said I wasn't going back anytime soon, but let's be realistic here. I'm not lasting long without my own clothes. Believe it or not, I like wearing clothes other than oversized band shirts and scruffy jeans.

The bell rings out- I'm in last period, English. I pick up all my bags and look over to the back: at Mike, who's joking around with a guy from his other friend group. I don't know any of their names, just that they were Mike's Plan B when Andrew, Dan and Richie left him. Y'know, after the incident. Man- it still makes me shiver. I wonder what they're up to now, I haven't spoken to them in ages.

He picks up his bag and looks over at me. I smile and he smiles back- such a sweetheart.

Miss finally lets us go and I wait for him outside.
"Hey," he comes out and kisses me. My heart is spazzing.
I smile, and pull away. "I need to run home and get some of my clothes. As much as I love your style, it's too edgy." I take his hand into mine and start to walk down the corridor.

He laughs, nodding. "Alright- but I thought you didn't want to see your mum?"
"I don't." I look down, "let's just hope she isn't home."

I can't be asked to deal with her. Friday night she normally goes shopping for alcohol anyway, maybe she won't be home.

A "Mike!" erupts and we both turn back. The friend from the class before comes running up and tackles Mike: I let go of his hand immediately.

They both laugh- crashing into lockers and I roll my eyes, crossing my arms and waiting. 'Cute' girls walk by and giggle at their 'manliness.'

The dude's cigarette falls from behind his ear: he wears a black, leather jacket and a blue shirt, with a necklace similar to Mike's. His jeans are blue and cuffed at the end, with the same pair of black converse.

He then looks at me, "oh." He grins, "so this is who you're pullin'?" He eyes me and then sniggers with Mike. "You have a nice piece here." Again with the piece thing?

"Hang on- I'm not a piece," I cross my arms, saying what I should've said to Jeremy. "I have a name."

"Oh it's like that?" He turns back with a smile.
"It's exactly like that."

Mike pushes his friend and comes back to me with a grin. Danny Zuko picks up his cigarette from the floor.
"Name's Jack Denny honey, don't wear it out." Does he seriously think he's being cool? Why do all greasers put on this weird New York accent.. Mike better not start sounding American.

"I didn't ask." I know I'm being a little salty, but, something just tells me this guy is a total dickweed.

"Oh come on! Mike, she's hurtin' my feelings here!" He grins. What's happening?