Matchmaker (!Edmike!)

Part XI

*Hey Alexa, play Butch 4 Butch *

Edgar's PoV

"Good," Mike said hugging me humming a similar toon, so I started to hum with him. Soon enough we were both humming in unison and dancing, dancing has always been the one stress reliever for me that always worked no matter what.

I shoved my face into his chest "You're lucky I'm clingy or I would've left a long while ago." I said smirking. "But isn't this your room?" "Oh shut it." I told him " Also, you know this song?" "Yeah, it's one of the ones that I like. Not that ones I was forced to dance to."

I got an 'Ohhhh MK!' as a reply but I was just focused on how handsome he looked at the moment. The light from my window reflected on his face perfectly.

He looked like a porcelain doll. Something that could break from the ever slightest slip of the fingers. Someone I could treasure til he eventually leaves for another, Mike probably noticed my staring so he wrapped up the dance and snapped in my face.

"Hm?" I asked snapping out of my daydream "You were spacing out. Are you ok Eddie?" "I could use a glass of water I do feel pretty thirsty. Haven't drank anything since lunch." I said giving a guilty giggle.

With that mental note, he left to the kitchen (I think) while he was gone I pulled out an unfinished painting from under my bed and started working on it.

After I dried a part of it I put it back under my bed and wrote in my diary. It's been a while and Mike is not back yet. odd

Mike's PoV

After Edgar told me that he hasn't had water since lunch I waved goodbye and went straight to the kitchen waving and smiling at almost everyone except my old crew which I made a funny face at. "Right back at you, Brat." I heard Margie say after I made a face at her.

ANYWHO when I got to the kitchen I just got a cup and filled it up with water like a normal person not that important but when I tried to get an apple Naib came out of nowhere and backed me up against the counter.

"Hey, Mike ya know I really like you. How about it? Me, you. My room at 12."Naib said twisting my hair in his finger "Heyyyy um how about no, I'm sorry but I have a boyfriend. Arent, you dating Norton?" I said genuinely scared of what would happen.

"Awe I thought you wanted me? If not why did you flirt with me not too long ago?"

"THAT WAS A MONTH AGO NAIB!" I yelled catching the attention of Kreacher who was walking by. "BAHAHA LOOK AT YOUR FACE MORTON! Oh, my gods that was the funniest reaction I've gotten from this so FAR!" Naib laughed.

"No. Kreacher thought Kreacher said to not do that anymore Naib." Kreacher said putting a hand on Naibs shoulder. 'Thank you so much, Kreacher I owe you one.' I whispered to him before leaving.

"Hey, I'm back Eddie! Sorry, I took so long had some trouble but it's gone now!" I said placing the stuff I brought on his desk somewhere that didn't have red paint on it. "Mike! You're here, I thought you left. I mean you really did take a long time." He said rushing to hug me.

"Sorrry but I did get you're glass of water," I said hugging back "you were not kidding when you said you were clingy" I added giggling. "I don't care about that stupid glass of water idiot," he said tightening his embrace.

"FINEEEEE anyways you wanna go to the garden?" "You asshole, but fine it'll get my mind off of things for a little bit," he said grabbing my hand and pulling me out of the room to the garden.

GARDEN TIME LMAO

"Mike over here! Look at these, there are snapdragons here!" He exclaimed dragging me to the snapdragons "Oh look, there are skulls." I pointed out "Do you know that a good handful of snapdragons have somewhere near 5 pedals?" he asked

"Nope! Please tell me more about them," I said wanting more facts about them. The truth is I just like listening to him rant it's something that makes him so special. I'd never think that he would like snapdragons of anything.

I think I know what gift to get for him now.

EXTRA

Mike: Ok, maybe playing 'whose family is most dysfunctional' wasn't the best idea we've had.

Vera: Edgar's been crying in the bathroom for an hour. We can't get him out...

Edgar: *loudly sobbing*

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