Mixed Feelings: A Michael Afton x Reader Story.

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙞𝙭 - 𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙣

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'Cars' by Gary Numan plays on Annie's radio as we look for a place to park on this field. There's still cartoons going on the massive screen at the end of the field- the movie will be on soon.

I look out my window, and the smell of sweet and salted popcorn hits my face. The sound of everyone talking and yelling, different songs playing from different cars: including our own. The air is warm, and the stars are just barley visible above our heads.

I stick my head out as Annie drives- watching everything as we approach it and it goes by.

"I can't find a fucking space anywhere!" Annie growls.
"Why don't we just park at the back and go sit on seats?" Lindsey suggests, looking over at all the chairs with teens on.
"Ugh! But I wanted to hide in here!" Annie glances at me with a grin and I catch it- starting to laugh.

"I'm sure he won't actually come here." Claire shrugs, fixing up her makeup in a small hand mirror. "And if he does- we'll all just have to run and hide from him."

Annie drives to the back, parking her car. "Alright- c'mon." She smiles back at us, turning off the ignition and putting her keys in her purse. She pulls out a packet of cigarettes, handing one each to us- apart from Lindsey.

"I don't get why you guys smoke those things," Lindsey crosses her arms and we all look away. "It harms your health."
"It's harder to quit than it looks." Claire shrugs and lights hers- passing the lighter to me. I light mine and pass it to Annie, who lights hers, and then it returns to Claire.

We start to walk, catching the eyes of many people as we go by. I haven't had this sort of attention before. It was more like 'woah. Y/N L/N looks good in a dress,' because everyone is used to seeing me wearing baggy clothes, with hardly any makeup, and no gorgeously styled hair.

Annie smiles, "I feel like a power group." Same.

Annie is wearing a neon green dress, that clings tightly to her form, with fishnets. The belt around her stomach is black. White, high top converse cling to her feet, all the way up above her ankles. Her hair is extra poofy, and her makeup is unblemished.

Claire has a striped sweater on, with sleeves that cover her arms. It cuts off at her stomach, making it more of a crop top. She wears a black, flowing skirt that's above her knees and no tights. Instead, white leg warmers covering her ankles and heels. Her hair is down as usual- her signature white sunglasses buried beneath her blonde-brown hair.

Lindsey wears a spotted sweater that's colourful and oversized. Black leggings and white socks, with white Nike's. Her hair is fluffed: half up, half down- a pink scrunchie keeping the back of her hair up. She has many bracelets clinging to her wrists, and her nails are all sparkly.

Being a part of this pretty, popular group makes me feel all special and appreciated. "Yeah," I smile at Annie. We start to walk together into the main area of the field, with all the cars.

"What are you going to do from now then?" Claire looks at me, and then breaks her 'serious' character- reaching out and stroking my hair. "I'm sorry- your hair looks amazing."