Mike Wazoski x Y/N fanfic

04.

    You left your room, shutting the door.
You looked into the kitchen, you saw Kimiko.
"Hello, Y/N." Kimiko said, without looking back.
"Uh...H-h-hi Ki-m-kimi..Kimiko!" You said, stuttering and nervous.
    You looked at Kimiko, you saw her stabbing a knife into the wooden table. She was spelling out the word, "Fuck"
"H-hey..can you..not stab...th..the, furn, ...furniture." You asked.
"Sorry." Kimiko apologized.
"Where's Remy?" You realized.
"He left. He has to go help her parents are the restaurant."
"Ah-...o-kay.." You stumbled.
"Mhm. It's dusk, Would you like dinner?" Kimiko asked, putting down her knife.
"N-no! It's..it's fine." You smiled.
"Alright, I'll be going now. Please, tell Remy I said bye." Kimiko stood.
"O-okay! Buh..bye!!" You waved.
You looked at Kimiko leaving. You grabbed a piece of bread and toasted it, eating it. You went back into your room, you flopped onto your bed. You went under your sheets and read a book. You closed your eyes; Once you opened them, you it was morning. 6am, precisely. You sat up. Your book fell onto your thighs. You wiped your blue glowing orbs, yawning. You looked over at your calendar. The school dance was coming up! You smiled. Maybe you could go out with Mike. You and him were getting close. Besides, maybe a boyfriend wasn't that bad. You got up, did a couple stretches, and, you opened your computer. You went online, searching for a couple dresses you could wear. You come across a sparkly, tight, knee length, purple, skirt. Perfect. It was PERFECT! You love it. You stood up, looking at the clock. You were late! You put on a black shirt, a black hoodie onto, and some black sweat pants. You put your hair in a messy bun. You grabbed your backpack and ran. You saw all the flyers with homecoming. One more week! 7 days! You just had to ask out Mike.