Stranger Things Imagines

PLATONIC: Mike [6] - fem!reader (she/her)

"They shouldn't be this late," Mike commented. His perfect eyebrows, done recently by you, were creased the part just above his nose. He was always concerned about how late your parents came to pick you up after school, but this time, it wasn't school they had to get you from. You just finished hanging out with friends at Dairy Queen; everyone except Mike had already left. They had all rode back on their bikes, Max tagging along with Lucas on the back of his. Mike was positioned next to his, ready to go right after you had left.

"They're always this late," you said, stating the obvious, "and you don't have to stay with me. I can watch after myself."

"I'm just making sure you're getting picked up by the right person," he said, choosing his words carefully. He seemed to be unknowing of whether he would make you uncomfortable by saying this. "People... People are disgusting, Y/N."

"That happened to a couple people here," you said with a sigh. "It most likely won't happen to me. If they don't come in the next five minutes, I'll just stay inside until they do."

"And I'll be here with you," he added.

"No, you'll be going home," you corrected him.

"There's only one worker in there," Mike said, leaning towards you. "I'm not leaving you here with him."

You kept quiet, giving up on the topic. He wasn't going to back down. You were lucky you were able to convince him to leave you while you wait at school; it was no surprise that he wouldn't leave you now.

After a couple minutes of waiting, Mike spoke up. "Uh, Y/N..." he said in a low voice. "Get on my bike. No hesitating. Just do it."

Normally, you'd question his sudden shift in emotions, but his hands were gripping the steering wheels so tightly that more veins than usual were showing up. You took this as a sign that whatever he was worried about did not have time for an explanation, so you wasted no time getting on. He immediately started pedaling as fast as he could go. You looked back to see what freaked your friend out and noticed the shadow of a figure standing just out of the light of the sign that read DQ. It was turned towards your direction, watching you go. The man in the fast food restaurant was still inside, cleaning the tables.

"Did they —" you started, but he interrupted you.

"I don't even... know where they... came from," he said in between heavy breaths, terrified. "Don't even know if... they were a man or a woman. Doesn't matter, though; they're still... older than us." He paused. "Want me to take you home? Will... your parents mind?"

You put your mouth near his right shoulder so he could hear you better. "You know they love you. Plus they probably haven't even left the house yet."

He managed a light puff of a air that you could pass as a laugh. "Okay."

Mike took you the rest of the way home, and, not to your surprise, your parents cars were still parked in the garage and the lights were on as well. He stopped the bike, pulling over in the garage.

"You should tell them what happened. Maybe that will get them to finally be on time," he said with a side smile. He was being serious, but like usual, it was in a joking manner.

"I will, but so should you. They could've just as easily snatched you," you replied. It, then, occurred to you that he was going to be riding home by himself. "Woah, wait, you think you're going to be okay riding home alone?"

"As long as I don't stop for a breather," he said, shrugging. "I've always been fine before." He pulled you in for a hug. "See you tomorrow, Y/N/N?"

"Of course." You nodded your head. "See you tomorrow."

He smiled and rode off; you watched as he disappeared from your sight from the position in the garage. Looking around wearily, feeling as if there were eyes haunting you wherever you went, you went back inside and went to the safety of your room, deciding to distract yourself with music. No way in hell were you mentioning this problem to your parents until daylight was provided to your advantage of not being terrified.