He's Mine (Michael Afton x Female Reader) (ongoing)

You and Michael's day off

You woke up. Perfect timing. You walk to the bathroom and brush your (h/c) hair, you slipped on your (f/c) t-shirt and some jeans. You grabbed a hoodie and slipped it on too. You grabbed your sneakers and put them on. You walked out into the fall weather and made your way to the local store. It was crowded on this Saturday morning, but you didn't seem to mind. It wasn't like your going to bump into someone you know or hate? Well you were wrong. You walked around for a bit, and eventually saw Michael. You gasped a tiny bit. He looked over to you. "Oh, (y/n)!" He said. You walk up to him, "What a surprise seeing you here." You said, smiling slightly. He smiled back. "So how have you been, (y/n)?" He responded, walking in sync with you. You got real nervous and said, "just, buying some groceries for the house." You replied. He laughs a bit. "Are you doing okay?" He said. You nod. Wrong. So wrong, you were flustered. He was so adorable. He exhaled. "Well uh, I will be seeing you around then?" He told you. You nod again.

He waves and then walks off. You stopped. "Michael! Wait!" You yelled. He turns around. You ran up to him panting. "What's your, phone number?" You asked. He smiled. He took out a sticky note and wrote his phone number down and tore the note off. "Here you go." He smirks. You thanked him and walked off. You and him waved goodbye. You held the piece of paper up close to you, smiling hard. How was a boy making you so happy? You calmed down and folded the paper, then slipping it in your pocket. You grabbed the milk from the dairy area and carried it to the cash register. You set it down and waited for the cashier to ring it up. "2.99" the woman said nicely. You took out two dollars and handed them to the woman. She smiles and takes the money, then ringing up the milk and handing it to you. "Have a good day!" She said. "You too!" You told her back. You walked out to your house nearby. The sun shines on your face as you walked past the houses down your block. You couldn't stand the feeling of someone watching you through a window, but you had to deal with it either way. You entered your house, setting the jug of milk in the fridge and then flopping on your couch. You groaned. You closed your eyes for a bit, relaxing off the tiredness.