i now have a delusional attachment to michael so i'm basically just writing about myself.
also sorry for slow updates, i have writers block.
michael pov
it 2 weeks before evans birthday, and tyler and i had just finished our project. we read over each others papers to make sure we both did the project correctly. i sat down after turning it in, and i looked at tyler. i was about to pull out my sketchbook and just tune everyone else out, but tyler started talking.
"uhm, m-michael, hey. you're part looked uhm cool, n stuff." tyler sighed, looked at me. i blinked at him for nodding.
"thanks." i them turned away from him and pulled out my sketchbook.
"y-yeah it's- it looked cool and-" i pulled my walkman out, and put on my headphones. i saw him stop moving his mouth, and he was just staring at me with his mouth slightly open, almost schocked i wasn't listening to him. i turned my music up.
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this would continue for the rest of the days leading up to christmas break, tyler trying to talk me and me not wanting to talk to him. however, i would talk to him longer and longer each day. by the last day before christmas break, we were having a full, regular conversation. i was happy talking to him, and he was happy talking to me. maybe we could be friends again. just maybe.
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it was the day before evans birthday, and what my father had said was starting to sink in more and more. he said he was going to do something big, and i knew that was supposed to mean killing kenya. school had just let out for christmas break yesterday, and kenya invited me to spend the first 3 days of break at her house. henry was fine with it, and i saw it as an opportunity to protect kenya. right now, i was sitting at her desk, and we were looking up stupid stuff on her computer. it was like 11:55 at night.
"so, gay boy, i saw you and tyler walking out of class together yesterday. you and him friends again or something?" she asked suddenly
"o-oh well, kind of? him an i are startin to talk more, but ya know we a-aren't really friends again yet." i smiled softly. kenya sighed, but smiled.
"good. i missed being his friend, but i was just still so mad about what happened." she laughed
"yeah, for a while i was too. but he apologised, an he's been really sweet so far." i smiled again. i looked at the clock in the corner of her screen, and say the 11:59 turn to 12:00, and i looked at the date on the screen. the date had changed from the 18th to the 19th, meaning it was now evans birthday. the mood in the room shifted, and my smile dropped. i sat down on the floor and gulped. she knew what had caused the mood shift, and she was silent.
"you ok, mikey?" she wrapped her arm around my shoulder.
"i miss him, ken. i really miss him." i inhaled sharply.
"i know, babe. i do too. i still feel so much guilt over not trying to step in more than i did." she sighed.
"yeah, i remember you telling us we shouldn't, but sense everyone else disagreed you backed down. in all honesty, i didn't want to do it either. i had a terrible feeling in my stomach, my fatha made quite unsafe animatronics. i always wonda what evan would have done if he lived." i sighed. i rested my head on her chest and sighed.
"he was a nice kid, man. i'm sure he would have forgiven you, eventually." kenya kissed my forehead
"i wouldn't deserve it though. i was a dick to him, ken." i sat up slightly
"we all were, just maybe some of us a little more than others. we didn't know what would happen, we were just stupid teenagers, mike. we didn't know." she reasoned. i nodded.
"fair enough. wanna go visit his grave later today?" i asked
"yeah, man. let's do that. for now, let's look at weird ass fuckin people." kenya pulled me closer to her. she turned off her computer and turned on her tv, flipping through the shows. i laughed and looked at the screen. i slapped at kenya's hands and clicked on one of the shows. it was one of the ones about addictions, and kenya was scrolling through to find and episode for us to watch.
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third person pov
after a while of that, michael fell asleep laying on kenyas chest. when kenya realised that michael was asleep, she smiled softly. she shut her tv off and placed the remote under her bed. kenya carefully lifted the brunettes head off of her chest and she walked over to her light switch and turned it off. she walked back to her bed, got on, and pulled the blankets over her and her friend.
"night, mikes." she pat his head softly.
"mhhhn" he responded, rolling over.
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Temporary Friends (A FNAF Story)
Fanfiction(cover art not mine, it's by melinda hendrix on tumblr ) Updates will probably take a while, but hey what can I say Michael Afton was born on September 27th, 1968. His little siblings were born on April 13th, 1972, and the other on December 19th, 19...
