Bonding time.

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-Michael ? MICHAEL ???

-What again, crybaby ?

-Can you help me with my homework, please ?

-Ugh no. Can't you do it by yourself, seriously ?

-Please Michael, I don't understand this exercise.

I showed him my homework.
He looked at it to read what it was and then, looked back at me with a small mocking smile and took it away from me.

-I don't understand how you can't do something so easy... Well, let's get started. Go take something to write and sit in the dining room, I'll be there., He said, with a small but warm smile, while looking at me.

I got away from where he was to my bedroom, so I can take a pencil.

I guess I took a long time because, when I came back into the dining room, Michael was looking at me with an annoyed look and asked me what took me so long.

-You know what ? I don't give a fuck about what took you so long. Just come and I'm going to explain to you this exercise.

I sat on the chair next to him. He gave me back the homework and started to explain to me how to do it;

-So first, you need to add 2 to 4. And then multiply them by 8.

-Mmh... 2 and 4 make 8, right ?

-Yew, exactly. Now multiply 8 by another 8.

-But it's hard ! Can you do it ?

-No, I can't ####. It is your homework, your responsibility. Not mine. I'm already trying to explain it to you so be grateful.

I looked at him and didn't answer. He looked back at me and started to became more and more annoyed.

-Come on, it is not that hard to do ! 8 multiplied by 8 make...:

-Hum.., I looked away and did it in my head for a at least 2 minutes.
-It does 64 ?, I asked.

-Oh my god, already ! It took you long enough. But so, do you understand now ?

-Yes, I guess so.

-So now I can leave this house and go play with my friends outside instead of doing your little exercises ?

-Hey ! I still need your help.

-You take too much time, I'll do it for you.

-Yay! Thanks Mikey !

I smiled at him but he looked away and seemed a bit concerned by the nickname I said.

-Oh, I'm sorry Michael. I won't call you that again.

-No, Don't worry. It's fine. It just that Elizabeth used to call me like that and it's weird to hear that nickname again.

-So can I call you "Mickey"?

-If you want to, then yes.

I kissed his cheek and ran to my bedroom, a big smile on my face, to play with fredbear and bonnie, my plushies.

«I can't believe it; he is letting me call him Mickey ! I'm so happy.»

After only 10 minutes, he came into my bedroom and gave me the homework.
He left as fast as he can.
I put the homework in my backpack and ran outside of my bedroom.

I looked in the kitchen, the living room, the bathroom, and even Elizabeth's old bedroom. But no signs of him.
I can't go into his bedroom nor father's one without their permissions. Even if I knocked to his door; no one answered.

«Maybe he left outside with his friends. I guess I can wait for him the living room, right in front of the front door. I just want to thank him and hug him.»

I waited 10 minutes. Then 20. Then 30. Then 1 hour. Until I fell asleep on the floor, at around 6:00 PM.

3th person pov

-Yeah yeah. Anyways, see ya guys.

Michael got into the house after going out with three of his friends the whole afternoon.

He started to walk into the house but got stopped by something on the floor, or someone ?

He looked at the floor to see ####, or like he liked to say ; his crybaby, on the floor, sleeping.

«What a weirdo to sleep on the floor. What is he even doing there ? Well I guess I have to take him to bed since it's 11PM. Luckily, father didn't get home yet.»


C.C's pov


I was half asleep.
I felt someone lifting me up or... Carrying me ?
I don't know but it felt nice and I didn't want to interrupt that so I pretended to be asleep.
The person that was holding me walked away from where I was.

Only a few seconds later, I was in my bed but someone was sitting on the bed too and was playing with my hair.

I opened my eyes slowly and pretending to just waking up and being sleepy.

I saw that Michael was the one who did all of this. He looked at me with his usual mocking smile and told me to go back to sleep.

I tend my arms in his direction, making him understand that I want a hug.
He got closer to me and hugged me.


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End of this chapter.
Sorry for the long wait. I didn't have the motivation to make it and I have some other plans these days;

-Starting a YouTube channel and an Instagram account with my boys best friends (the homies :) ).

-Planning to write a book about homosexual or transgender people back in the 1960 but with horror too. I don't really know but I want it to be quite realistic.

-I am maybe going to move in another country (right next to the one I live in right now) so that's cool but I have to plan it with my mother.

-Maybe I am going to stream, but later.

That's not a lot but my motivation go down really quick, yknow.
And I am maybe going to make some chapters in advance and post them daily. MAYBE.

Anyways, have a nice day/night !

978 words.


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