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

~4~

{Y/n Pov}

     He smirked before walking over to the corner of his room, grabbing some paper from a small shelf in the corner of his room. The shelf is overflowing with various paints, paintbrushes, and mason jars. The inside of the mason jars are filled with muted colored dust, assumingly from being used to hold paint water. He slipped a rotary matt out from a small space next to the shelf. Either he sews or he paints on the floor. The rotary mat is covered in dried up globs of multi-colored paints. Called it. He elbowed a white binder labeled 'sheet music' in very neat handwriting as he sat down.

     I timidly sat down next to him, not quite sure what we're doing. As if he read my mind, he said "You have no clue what we're doing, do you?" I shook my head. If I'm being honest, I'd much rather listen to his voice, then listen to mine. He started going on about the project, and what we're doing. Something about choosing someone from the thing we're learning about and doing a poster or some shit. I dunno. I couldn't help but stare at his lips, and study the way they moved. I also couldn't help but study everything else.The way he tucks the overgrown hair of the previously shaved sides behind his ears when he talks. The way his freckles tread along his face so lightly. The way his eyelashes fluttered gently against his cheeks.

     "- and that's about it. Any questions?" I blinked a couple times as he stared back at me. ".... No, thanks." I looked away as fast as possible,{Your nervous habit, for example: biting your nails, playing with your hair, fidgeting with your jewelry, ect.}

(Quick a/n: Michael definitely noticed the staring lmao.}

      "Are you alright?" I nodded. Jesus {Y/n}. Get a hold of yourself. AND get over yourself. Get over him. You've known him for what. One day? So what. He's attractive. He has cool hobbies. He even dresses cool. Why does it matter? ".... Not much of a talker huh..?" I chuckled. "Not really." That's a lie. I am. No one knows this though. When I start talking I can't seem to stop, whether it be {One of your interests} or {one of your interests.}. "Alrighty then." I looked at him again. Something i didn't notice before, is he has about 3 freckles on his lip.Two on the bottom, 1 on the top. It's a gorgeous feature. I find him so beautiful.

      I felt my lips get warm, as if something was pressed against them. To my disappointment, I was involuntarily pursing them. It's the warmth of my own lips. Damn it.

-TIME SKIP-

     I waved goodbye to Michael as he drove off into the night. I'm glad that he dropped me off at my apartment. {BTW, YOU LIVE IN A DINGY ONE BEDROOM APARTMENT. ANYWAY.} I glance across the street for a moment to spot a slightly dirty Toyota corolla. I brushed it off and walked to my door, unlocking it. I see that car every day, and I have since around.. A couple months ago. Hell of a nice car for a place like this.. I enter my apartment. "Home sweet home."