on and off - mike wheeler

ninteen

"emotion, not logic."

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june, 1985

Y/N, max, melissa were at el's place.

y/n walked back and forth around el's room, singing along to the song that was playing.

"you must be an angel." y/n signed along. "i can see it in your eyes, full of wonder and surprise."

y/n stops singing once max and melissa walk up to el.

"oh, you found ralph macchio?" melissa smirks.

"macchio?" el asks with a smile.

"yeah, he's the karate kid." max replies, then she makes a 'hi-yah' noise to imitate him.

"he's so hot, right?" y/n asks.

"i bet he's an amazing kisser, too." melissa adds.

el stares at melissa with furrowed brows and wide eyes.

"hey, uh.." y/n begins, sitting in front of el. "was mike a good kisser."

"i don't know." el replies with a small smile. "he's my first boyfriend."

"ex-boyfriend." max corrects.

el slightly looks down.

"hey, don't worry about it. okay?" max tells el. "he'll come crawling back to you in no time, begging for forgiveness."

"i guarantee you, him and lucas are, like, totally wallowing in self-pity and misery right now." y/n smiles.

max joins in with y/n. "they're like, 'oh, i hope they take us back!'" max giggles.

all four girls then start laughing at y/n and max's antics.

"god, what i wouldn't give to see their stupid faces." melissa comments.

y/n looks down, getting an idea.

"what is it?" melissa asks y/n.

y/n bites her lip, and a small smile appears on her face.

-

y/n stares straightforward, then she wrapped the black blindfold around her eyes, covering them.

el, max, and melissa sit on the bed.

"is this really gonna work?" el asks.

y/n nods her head yea.

"holy shït, this is insane." melissa says with excitement.