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by quirkysmolbean

by quirkysmolbean

In the next week, I found out that Mike was not only hot but also very funny as well. He made me laugh so hard! He even started sleeping with me in my bed (not like that you gross child!) and we grew really close. But something was bothering me: He never answered why he was in my house. I was so in love I didn't care, but all of a sudden I was curious. As we watched tv, I lifted my head off his strong green chest, looking into his eye.

"Mikey Wikey?" I asked.

"Yes Y/N?"

"Why did you come here?" He frowned. He paused for a second, looking out at the rain.

"Can you keep a secret?" I nodded, unsure of what was coming, "Y/n... I was supposed to take your screams. But I didn't. I saw you, and I just couldn't. So I stayed in your room, hiding from the factory. I'm sorry." I stood up, all of a sudden angry. He looked at me in surprise.

"How could you even work somewhere that would take someones screams, you monster?!"

"Baby I-"

"I AM NOT YOUR BABY!" I screamed, my locks spilling into my face, sticking to my tears.

"Y/N! Please! I'm sorry!" He begged while I shook my head frantically.

I looked down at him to where he was sitting on the couch and disgustedly said, "You... you're a monster!"

He looked up, his eye sad as he said, "I thought I was your monster."

"Not anymore, Mike Wazowski... I hate you, that's the truth!" But I didn't tell him the truth. I could never truly hate him, not when he held my heart. He was the only one who could make me hurt like this, and I guess I thought I hated him for that. As much as my brain told me to kick him out, my heart didn't want him to leave."You will sleep in the guest room." He nodded, defeated and waddled his sexy walk to the guest room, the movie forgotten.