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Who knew that Y/n, the most prettiest student in school would get the attention of Michael Afton?
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It was the middle of class when Michael had left the room. He had made an excuse to go use the restroom but truly he just walked down to his therapist's room. He had to talk about something that has been on his mind for awhile, and he had to be quick about it. He couldn't get her off his mind. He doesn't know why he's just so desperate for her..he's never felt this way before.
But yet, he wants to earn her love. He wants to earn her attention. She set off something in him, something that made him feel so drawn to her. He just..
loved her.
He wanted to be able to always be able to see her.
to love her. to show her that he is actually worth something. She brought out the most sensitive side of him that he hid from everyone else..but yet, he doesn't feel ashamed to show her that side of him at all.
'What am I going to do?'
Michael's POV
"I'm surprised you came, Michael." Said my therapist. He sat down across from me at the wooden table, folding his hands in his lap. "It's not even second period yet..you still got 15 minutes of first." He sounded surprised. I don't blame him though, it's either that don't come at all or I just come just to ignore all his questions. But now..I really needed to ask him something.
"Why did you come here so early Michael?" He asked, fixing his glasses. I was quiet for a bit before answering at him.
"How...how do you tell someone that you like them?"
It went silent in the small room. He looked at me with wide eyes for a bit before clearing his throat. "Well...i'm not an expert, but I can give you advice." He sighed.
"Be honest with them. Be considerate and show that you mean it." Is what he said. I wasn't expecting that but it did seem like a good piece of advice. It's better than nothing. "what do you mean by that..?" I asked, raising a brow. He let out a small chuckle before standing up out of his seat, making way to the empty coffee cup he always had this early in the morning. "Michael, you are a smart, hotheaded boy. You may be a handful sometimes but I do think that you are capable of gaining someone's affection." He said. I had to admit, his words did sound a little warming to me. I wasn't used to being complimented, more like I was used to just being ignored or just...scolded. "I see good in you. I truly do. I'm not saying this because i'm your therapist, i'm saying this because I know you." He turns on the coffee maker. It made some noise before starting to fill the coffee cup with coffee.
"I know that this has been a very hard time for you. I know that deep down you are hurting." I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, knowing what he meant.
'I..I didn't mean to. It was all an accident..-'
"Who is this special person anyway?" He asked. I bit my lip and narrowed my eyes. "You can tell me, it's not like I really come out of this room as much anyway." He chuckles.
"..her name is Y/n. Y/n L/n."
His eyes seemed to widened at that, but then he let out another chuckle. "Ah, I see. Miss Y/n. Isn't that a surprise!" He took out his coffee cup from underneath the coffee maker and he sat back down. "What do you like about her?" He asked, taking a careful sip of his coffee. I felt my face heat up and I smiled just a tiny bit.
"I like lots of things about her," I started. "Her eyes, her smile, her personality, her voice...everything about her is just so perfect." He gave me a smile. "You want her to come with you to the dance with you, eh?" He placed his coffee cup down. I nodded eagerly. I really did want her to come with me to the dance. "How long have you known her?"
"Since 7th grade..but she really didn't pay any attention to me.." I said quietly. He just gave me a smile. "Well my boy, I sure do wish you the best of luck winning her heart. Tell me the good news." He said, giving me a thumbs up. I nodded before standing up from my seat.
"I will," I said. He waved at me as I left the room, closing the door behind me.
'The dance is almost here..just two more days. I have to make today and the others count before it's too late.'
