Absolutely not. ~{ Michael Afton x Male Reader}~

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{Y/N Pov}

     Pop music played on the radio quietly ""What. The. Hell. Was that?" He stated. "I got held up. Don't worry about it." He side eyed me momentarily. "Explain." I stared out the window. "Why should I?" It's almost as if I can hear him internally groaning in annoyance. "Whatever- just. What happened?" He asked.

     "I gave him a taste of his own medicine." I paused. "Basically I kneed him in the crotch." Why am I telling him this? No one needs to know. "Oh really."

"Yep."

"And why did you do that?"

     "In my defense he was about to kick my ass." We stopped at a stop light. "And why do you think he would?" I shot him a glare that said ' Are you kidding me.' "It's Kennith. Look at what he and his buddy Chad did earlier." He gave a quick glance, before returning to driving. "... I suppose you make a good point." His British accent escaped partially. I'm not even gonna ask. It's.. Pretty. Why is he pretty? The golden hues of the sun are making his hair look even softer. The warm tones in his hair are slowly becoming more vibrant the more that I look. "What is it?" I looked away, flustered. Well. More embarrassed than flustered. "Sorry." I muttered. "No need to apologize." He stated. "I have a question for you."

"Hm"

     "What's your opinion on the gays?" I felt my heart drop. There is no way that question could lead to anything good. "..... What's yours?" He yawned. "My dad's gay." He muttered something at the end, that I didn't hear. "....... I'm gay. Um. If that makes you uncomfortable, You can kick me out, I'll walk home."

"You are?"

     "Mhm." He side eyed me. "Alright." I looked at him in shock, but I felt some relief. ".... I only asked because my dad has an... acquaintance."

    "Boyfriend?" He chuckled. "They're basically married." I made a small 'Oh' face and continued staring out the window. We went into a forest, passing a small dinky restaurant called Jr's. After a couple minutes of forest, We turned into a mini street, with a singular house. There's a purple car parked in the driveway. He parked.

      "Hm. My dad's home." He took the keys out of the ignition as he exited the truck. I can't stop thinking about what he said in the car. He's... not upset about it.. Do I have a chance..? Actually. Fuck that. No, I don't. Don't try. Jesus. He didn't say anything about being gay. He's just around gay people. I slung my backpack over my bruised shoulder, hopping out of the car. The sun shone brightly, illuminating the hot air. I shouldn't have worn my jacket today, but whatever. I stood to admire his house for a second before following him to his door. He unlocked the door. I was immediately hit with the smell of something cheesy cooking. "I'm home!" He shouted. I awkwardly walked in behind him. "Welcome home, Michael."