This fanfic is the definition of "I can fix him".
•Mikey X fem reader• Angst
-Due to certain topics, this fanfic is recommended for 15 y/o readers or above.
-All characters are 18+ (exceptions will be specified)
-English is NOT my first lang...
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"Believe me, I don't give a fuck" you said. He started walking, shortening the distance between your bodies. "W-what are you doing? Stay there" you showed him the palm of your hand telling him to stop but he didn't care and he was almost over you. Then, he suddenly stopped, he looked above you.
"This view is great" he said. "I like to come here because it's always quiet, people don't usually come up here, they are way too drunk to even notice this place, and I really like that, but now you're here" He was now looking at you, the light of the moon was right over him, he was pretty, incredibly pretty.
Devastated but pretty.
"Don't worry, I was leaving anyway" You said and started waking to the door but he grabbed your arm to stop you. "What?" you turned your head and your eyes found his.
"I never asked you to leave, it was just a little observation or whatever. What I mean is that you can stay, if you want to" he said leading you to the balcony where you were before, still grabbing your hand. You unconsciously started walking with him, a part of you was so pissed that wanted to push him over the balcony because you remembered how shitty he treated you before, but the drunk you didn't want that, so you followed him.
He let go of your hand and gave a look to the city that was in front of him, he then looked down and swallowed hard, he was scared. Then he looked at you and started laughing. You raised your eyebrow as you didn't understand what was going on.
"What's so funny?" you asked.
"I was gonna jump from here earlier" he said. He was calmed, he held a soft smile in his face but somehow he looked sad, his sad profile was pretty, he was a hot guy, why did he want to end himself?
"Oh" was the only thing that came out of your mouth.
"But then I heard you yelling at your mom and trying so hard to hide how drunk you were, it was a really funny scenario, so I got distracted and decided to not jump" the emotionless guy said, the difference is that he didn't look emotionless now, this was different.
"You're welcome, I guess" you said.
"I never said I was thankful, did I? Dumb, lemonade" he said. That pissed you off, his expressions changed suddenly, his face was now neutral, he wasn't looking at you even, and his voice was cold.
"What the fuck is wrong with you? One minute you treat me like shit, then you treat me good and even smile at me and ask me to stay, but now you're acting shitty again. I really can't stand you. And by the way, I have a name, I'm Y/L Y/N, not "lemonade" stop calling me like that you dumb fuck" you spat.
"Ok, lemonade. I don't own you an explanation, you know, you're being annoying" he said.
"I'm being annoying? You're so stupid and disrespectful, I'm leaving" you said walking to the door.
"I was starting to like you, lemonade, but you ruined it" he turned around and you turned around too. He was walking towards you with a neutral face. You gave tiny steps backwards as he was approaching you.
