"You don't have to help, don't worry." You reassured Michael with a sheepish smile, stuffing your shirts and other clothes into places as fast as you possibly could.
"You sure? I am just sitting here." Michael guiltily pointed out, swinging his legs against your bed while he watched you unpack your things.
"Yes, but then again, it's not your fault that I didn't unpack after I moved, now is it...?" You argued back playfully, pushing several books on top of a couple of shelves.
"Guess you have a point there." He grinned with amusement, finding your reply to be extremely entertaining.
"So...Why don't you tell me a bit about yourself...?" You interestedly decided, curious as to why he thought the way he did.
"I'm really not that interesting. I mean, I don't have any friends - apart from you - and I want to keep my favourite DVD safe." Unzipping his backpack, Michael pulled out a movie and hugged it close to his chest, growing overprotective once again.
"You took a movie to school with you...?" Confusion flooded your face as you questioned him - not understanding his motives whilst you tried to relate.
"It's my favourite movie, and I don't trust my family. I want to keep it safe." His explanation was sharp and stern - Michael plainly trusting you - so why you, and not his own family...?
"You don't trust your own family...?" You quoted incredulously, not being able to believe what you were hearing.
"My sister doesn't give a shit about me, my mom's boyfriend's a bully, and my mom isn't home enough for me to properly see her." Michael explained maliciously, his gaze twisting into a glare as he swore in his response.
"Surely there must be someone you trust..." You trailed off uneasily, trying to understand his situation and show him some sympathy.
"I...I trust you, (Y/n). And...And Boo." Michael confessed lovingly, his answer making your cheeks glow a faint pink.
"Boo was the cute baby you were talking about this morning, wasn't she...?" You warmly remembered, having a flashback to your walk to school with Michael.
"You want to see more photos of her?" He replied eagerly, reaching into his backpack and pulling out a stack of photographs.
"I'm supposed to be unpacking." Raising your eyebrows, you rolled your eyes and forced the tone of your voice to become sarcastic; the blonde boy grinning straight afterwards.
"Okay, okay. Point taken." Michael chuckled mischievously, tucking the DVD and stack of photos back into his backpack again. "I really don't mind helping you though."
"Well...if you really want to help~" You teased in a fake-polite fashion - acting in a completely different light and messing around.
"It would be my pleasure~" He cheekily responded, leaving his backpack on your bed before opening one of the cardboard boxes.
The next hour flew by; what with Michael asking where your things went and you replying in an appreciative manner. It was really sweet of him, considering there was tons of things crammed into these boxes. Heck, you hadn't even noticed the amount of books and DVDs. Michael was even impressed - finding out that you owned several of his favourite horror movies. Eventually you'd finally made it through each and every box, you giving Michael a grateful hug right after. Then your mother called you both down for dinner, all of you sitting down and enjoying the food that your Mom had prepared.
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His Girl - Michael Myers x Reader {NEW Rewrite (2022)}
Fanfiction[THIS GOT RE-REWRITTEN (2022)] [QUICK NOTE: I took inspiration from Halloween (2007) {The Remake} , partly because this Michael seemed to talk more (at least when he was younger). Plus the plot was a lot more interesting than the original (in my opi...
