A Goth's Love | Michael x Reader

Chapter 13

Chapter 13:

(Y/N's POV)

A few minutes later we made it back to the group. I let go of his hand as soon as the group made eye contact with us. "Hey lovebirds. Back from your makeout session?" Pete jokes sarcastically. I rolled my eyes and replied back playfully sarcastically, "Oh yeah, we had that conformist feeling along with a BJ." Michael blushed out of embarrassment telling us it's a lie, Henrietta held back a laugh as Firkle looked confused at my remark.

"Anyways, it's getting late, don't you think we should head back to our place?" I told the group. "I don't need sleep. Sleep is for the weak." Firkle stopped as he yawned looking tired. "I planned on not going back to my house because my stupid mom would harrass me about the whole fiasco. Like she even cares if I'm alive." Henrietta answered my question. "Same here. I don't want to hear it from my parents either." Michael said next to me.

I gave some time to think and offered, "Want to head to my place? I have enough room for all of us and my parents won't be around." Everyone looked at each other until they all agreed. Everyone started getting up from the ground to leave, but Firkle looked like he didn't have the strength to lift himself up. As he was about to try again, he felt like he was floating as you lifted the young goth and placed him on your back. He looked at you and made a little grumpy noise since he didn't want to be carried, but he was too tired to fight over it as he slowly fell asleep.

The goths didn't question your actions as you were helping your other member. You walked your way to your house as everyone followed you.

Small time skip~

After a little while you finally arrived at your house. You got your keys out of your pocket and unlocked the door while holding Firkle with your other hand so he doesn't slip off your back. You opened the door and walked into the empty house as the others walked inside the house. You found a small sticky note from your parents that read:

Dear Y/n,

Sorry kiddo we are working late again. There's some leftovers in the fridge. Don't forget to pray and don't stay up too late. Love you.

Love Mom and Dad🤍

You gagged at the little "heartfelt" note. You mocked their note as you ate the paper not caring if the goths looked at you like you were crazy; jokes on them I am more than crazy. "So, head up to my room?" you asked them. They ignored your previous actions and nodded their heads. You all headed upstairs to your room and opened the door to reveal a black and (f/c) room littered with posters of bands and lanterns sitting on shelves, a balcony, with a queen sized bed filled with creepy little plushies, a nightstand with a lamp and speaker on it, a full-body mirror, next to the mirror was a amp with her guitar, a dresser filled with makeup and accessories, and next to the entrance is a small bathroom.

"Nice room." Henrietta comments to me. "Thanks." I replied back. On my bed my hellhou- I mean dog Fang got off my bed and came to greet me and noticed our guests. He started to growl as I called him to tell him that they were not a threat. He then relaxed as Pete said in an unnoticeable, but excited tone, "You have a dog?! What's their name?! What breed?!" I can see he's a dog person. "Yup. Meet Fang." I introduced Fang to everyone and after that he went over to Pete. Pete looked over to me and I told him that he wants to be pet. Pete softly petted Fang's head and Fang leaped on top of him and licked his face. Guess Fang made a new friend.

I walked over to my bed and placed Firkle in my bed and put the covers over him as he snuggled into them. I turned to face the group to tell them, "I'll get you guys some sleeping bags and pillows." I headed out of my room to go down the hallway to the closet. Surprisingly, Michael followed me over saying I would need help. I rolled my eyes and allowed it.