"A Common Disinterest" Michael Afton x Reader

Chapter Two. "You walk home?"

Art creds: Costcopunk on insta

Y/n awoke to her alarm clock again, the familiar sound attacked her ears. She rushed to shut it off and sat up. "I hate this." She mumbled. Y/n rubbed her eyes and walked to her closet. She didn't dress like one, so what was it? 'Was it how I talk, or how I act? I am taking this way to personally.' She grabbed her outfit for today and changed. She slipped her watch on and checked the time. 7:20.

"Right on time" She walked to her mirror and put chapstick on. Y/n fixed her hair carefully and adjusted her shirt. 'I wish my mom was home.' She thought. While walking downstairs she hummed took herself. Y/n made her lunch and avocado toast for breakfast. "Damnit, That was my last avocado." She grabbed a notepad out of a kitchen drawer and wrote 'avocados' on the grocery list. Y/n packed her lunch and walked to school. As she walked a red camaro pulled up next to her. It had red fuzzy dice dangling from the rear view. "What are you doing?" Michael asked while rolling down his tinted window.

"Going to school." Y/n retorted. "Woahh call down, Want me to take you to school?"
"How do I know you're not going to drop me off in a ditch or something? I have no reason to believe you're not a jerk." She looks at him.  "And I don't know that you're not a crazy psycho murderer and i'm still letting you in my car."
"Why do you want to take me anyway?" Y/n questions "Why wont you just accept the fact i'm doing a nice thing."
"Fine." She walks to the passengers seat and he unlocks the car, and as soon as she tries to open the door he locks it. She looks at him obviously pissed. "Fine, fine." He unlocks it again and she just looks at hims. Michael sighs and slides over opening the door.

Y/n grabs the door and gets in. "It was only a 5 minute walk from there." Y/n states. "Yeah and a two minute drive."
"Whatever, this is stupid."
"What about a thanks Michael??" He says sarcastically.
"Why are you even walking to school anyways?" He asks. "Well I'm 15 so I cant drive."
"No one can take you?"
"No, I kinda live by myself."
"So you can just go out anytime?" He added. "Basically, but i'd only do that if i was begging to be kidnapped."

"You should go out with my friends and I sometime."
"Yeah, yeah invite the 'priss' she'd make it fun." She pointed out. "Tsk." Michael pulls into the parking lot and gets out of the car. Y/n steps out abd starts walking inside. "Wait damnit!" Michael ran up and grabbed her shoulder. "What?" She looked at him. "You're just gonna walk off after I drive you?"
"Yeah. I don't want people to think i'm some jerk who pushes people around for fun."
"Whatever." He started walking next to her. "Did you not hear me?"

"I did." He Chimed. Y/n sighed and kept walking. "Why do you live alone anyways?" They boy asked. "What a personal question."
"I'm just curious, i've never seen a 15 year old girl live by herself."
"My moms always on business trips and my brother is off at college." She puts her hand in her pockets.

Michael says nothing for a while as the two walk to class. "I kind of understand what you mean. My father is always busy with work."
"What does he do?" She looks at the boy. "Uhh, he, um owns the Fazbear entertainment franchise."
"Oh, isn't that the one where the girl died in the back alley, or wait. That was before the franchise had a name yet. It was just the diner?" She wondered.
"How do you know all this?"
"I looked at getting a job there to have something to do, do you think I could?"
"Uhh, no."

She rolled her eyes and walked into the class with Michael. Naomi was already sitting down reading a book. "Hey Naomi" She looked at you slightly shocked. "What were you doing in Michael's car?" She whispered. "He drove me to school?" You whispered back. "He didn't do anything..? like throw you in mud?"
"No, we just talked. I'm starting to wonder why you guys think he's so bad."
"Just be careful." Naomi stated and went back to reading. The bell wrang and Mr. Copeland started teaching the class.