You might hate this or find it cheesy but I felt like writing it so...enjoy ...maybe :)
(also a small side note: I don't read over what I write again to check for spelling mistakes and stuff, so if you find anything, definitely feel free to tell me🙈)
Michael has always been a weirdo. That's just who he was and it was who you fell in love with. He loved to play video games all day without ever needing a break, skip all meals in favor of a huge pizza for dinner and he prefered to stay inside the house like the lazy boy he was. He was the boy you had fallen in love with.
But lately he had been acting weirder. Weirder than usual. Michael wasn't the easily triggered type, the one to start an argument over the smallest things. He was calm, very calm, and you had wished to have that kind of patience more than once.
Despite dating each other for three months now you still hadn't been at his house so it was always you that invited him to yours. Usually, Michael was busy during the day, working from early on until the evening, but today was Sunday. You had been looking forward to having a Sunday's date for two weeks now. Those weeks before, Michael had been on worktrips and meeting friends on the weekend but today he was all yours.
Or he was supposed to be. Had been supposed to be.
It was 7 in the evening by now...Mike was supposed to come over at 5. But he hadn't shown up. Not even with a call that he wouldn't be able to make it or anything like that. He simply hadn't shown up.
Not until now. The door bell rang.
You sighed. Was he really going to come here now? Two hours late?
He was.
"I'm so-"
"What happened?", you interrupted before he could even get halfway through his apology.
"I- it was nothing important, just -"
"Oh, nothing important and you couldn't fond a minute to at least text me? Thanks, Mike, that really makes me feel so much better!"
He shook his head violently, scrambling to find the right words. But he was tripping over them, pushing a hand into his hair, then letting it fall again.
'I can explain, Y/N."
A short pause.
"I need to explain."
You were still angry, so angry, but something about Michael's behaviour brought up worry in you. There was something about how serious he was being and how visibly nervous he was acting right now.
You had never seen your boyfriend unsure of himself. Sure he had been confused, irritated, frustrated with himself (when losing in his video games) but never like this.
After few minutes of silence, you crossed your arms, mumbling: "Well?"
Michael sighed, almost sounding relieved. "Right", he said.
"I have- the thing is I have a secret."
You raised an eyebrow, that didn't sound imrpessive nor like it could be a reasonable apology.
"I know this sounds stupid, Y/N.", he hurriedly added when he saw your bored and still mad impression, "You know how I always drink that cherry juice?"
"Yeah, you hate when I ask for some, but what does that have to do with anything right now?"
"A lot."
That made no sense. You were more than confused now. A second ago you had been angry, now you were absolutely confused.
