Mixed Feelings: A Michael Afton x Reader Story.

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙫𝙚 - 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩

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- chapter contains strong language!!

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"Y/N! Come help me with the groceries honey!" I groan, still groggy from just waking up.

You bet your sweet ass I slept in my own house. I plan on staying here for a while. I don't really wanna see Mike. Especially after yesterday. I need time to think about us, is he really that good for me?

One moment we're fine, then the next he sees something he likes and becomes a dick about it. In this case, he likes the greasers.

I don't wanna say our relationship is toxic or nothing, because it's not..

Is it?

I look over at my alarm to see how long I slept in: twelve-twenty one PM. Wow. Heartbreak sure does suck.

I pull myself up and rub my face tiredly, groaning in distress. I'm supposed to be going out tonight. I can't just complain that Mike's been blowing me off, and then blow off Annie myself. That's just a bitch move.

And what about mom? Last night? Is she going to change from now on and be kinder to me? I sure hope so.

I stumble out of bed and trudge out of my room, downstairs. Mom has three bags on the countertop, full of shopping.

"Morning honey," dad looks up from the kitchen table with a smile. "How did you sleep?"
"Meh," I twiddle my hand from side to side and walk to mom.

She looks down at me with a smile- one of those nice mom smiles. I haven't seen it in ages. "I was hoping we could maybe.. chat about what you said last night."
"What did I say?"
"About Michael?"
"Oh."

I forgot I told her all of that. Ugh- man.

"What happened darling?" She continues putting things away. I reach out to help her but she stops me: "no no! You don't have to actually help," she laughs. "I just wanted you to come down."

Sweet. "Oh," I smile. "Okay."

Dad stands up and starts to boil the kettle, "you sit down. I'll make some tea." They both smile at me. What is happening right now? I feel like a Princess?!

I grin and sit down quietly. Why are they being so nice? I'm not complaining though. "We just uhm. Well we just had an argument." Mom nods, listening.
"He's just become friends with greasers," I roll my eyes.

"Ugh," Mom scoffs. "Not those type of boys." She looks back at me, "I could always see him going down that sort of path though."
I nod, circling around a small stain on the table with my finger tip. "It just sucks because I feel like he doesn't care about me anymore. He's apparently married to them all: just become too much like them, and not the Mike I fell for."

"Aw," dad sniggers with mom.
"Shut up!! I'm being serious!!" I giggle and they both smile to themselves.

"You two." Mom smiles. "You still have so much time daring," she says. "Try not to stress about it. I know how much you love that boy but," she glances at dad. "You know, if he doesn't respect you by now- and you two have been together for a while," she smiles and I smile back timidly. "Then maybe you should rethink it."