Mixed Feelings: A Michael Afton x Reader Story.

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙛𝙩𝙮 𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 - 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚

Note:

- I know you all miss him.

- chapter contains strong language and drinking!!

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"Thank you!!" I give the taxi man his money and jump out, shutting the car door and rushing up to the small nightclub. Fashionably late I'd say.

July 14th- Annie's birthday.

"There she is!" Amy Urwin points at me from a table outside. Around it sits many of my 'friends' and.. 'loved' ones? I mean Trent. Man- I still can't stop thinking about what Annie said. And that was six months ago. Time flies.

"Hey, so sorry I'm late." I sit down quickly and peck Trent on the lips. I think he's more cute to me than drop dead gorgeous.
"Don't worry about it." Amy smiles. "Although, why were you late?"
"Trouble with the lock again." I sigh and Annie nods. "We need to get it fixed."

"You were this late because of a lock?" Stuck up rich-girl Jenny Bakist raises a brow. I'm only ten minutes late, bitch. It's not like it matters to you. Trent's hand slithers around my waist and I feel a kiss on my head. Do I really want this?
"Not just the lock," I smile and pull out a large, fancy bottle of very expensive fruit punch vodka: her favourite. I pass it to Annie, "happy birthday!"

"Oh. My. God!!" She squeals and takes it gently. "Y/N!! You shouldn't have!!" She smiles widely.
"It was nothing, really." 'Nothing' is half of my pay check. "I can't believe you're twenty six before me."

"Scary stuff." She laughs and puts it down with all of her presents. "I feel so old." The table laughs and I stand up.
"I'm gonna' get a drink." I smile and walk inside the nightclub with my purse.

Rick James' 'Give It To Me Baby' plays and people dance on the flashing dance floor. I walk over to the quieter bar and take a seat on one of the stool. I rest my hands on the counter as the bartender comes over.

"What can I get you tonight, Miss?" He smiles lightly and I smile back.
"A porn star martini, please." I pull a few bills from my purse and hand them to him. He passes me my change and begins making me my drink.

I sigh. That empty feeling returns even stronger- what am I doing? I can't stop thinking about Mike. I never got to see him again, and I wanted to. He's gone for real. Went to New York or LA like he always wanted to, and forgot about me. Meanwhile, that poor boy out there probably thinks I'm ready for a ring on my finger.

"Rough night?" A low, accented voice chimes in from my left. I look over to see a man sipping from a negroni and staring me down. Was he watching me?

He has short, shabby, brown locks and a few- small- scattered tattoos on both arms. One stud on either lobe, with one ring on either cartilage.

"Oh.." I look back and compose myself. "Uhm.. yeah." I take my drink as it comes over. "Just thinking about stuff." I smile with a 'thank you' and sip it: the flavour bursts inside my mouth.
"Yeah, me too." The man sips again. "Crazy times."

I slowly look back at him, watching him stare at the counter and enjoy his drink. I feel drawn to him somehow. "D'you ever just.. expect something, gotten so excited for it, and it just doesn't happen?"