Remenissions Part 3

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Y/N POV 

It has been a couple of months and Michael and I have been growing closer, I have developed feeling for him but I also have a crush on Weasly. Michael hates him and I understand why, Weasly picks on him, I know that this is just a phase so I had nothing to worry about. I had almost all my classes with Michael, but now I had to go to my last hour and this one was without Mike... It was with Weasly. I set my stuff down and started with my work, I was finished and had time left over before the halfway mark hit. 

I drew and drew until Weasly came up to me. "Hey Y/N!" he exclaimed, I mentally rolled my eyes and ignored him until he sat himself next to me and scooted over. To close to my liking, " Yes Weasly?" I replied not wanting to talk to him. 

He smiled at me and looked over at my drawings, " You draw so well. I like the way you depict the sorrow and fear of the human while they are burning." He said uncomfortably. I enjoyed drawing gory, gothic, and macabre I gave him a fake smile and told him about the drawing.

" You know Y/N I really like you and wanted to ask you to be my date to the Halloween party." he said blush dusting his face. I had to consider this if I did go with him I could try to get him to stop hurting Mike but if I do that Mike might not understand the plan or think I was choosing sides, and plus I wanted Michael to take me. " I have to think this through Wes, sorry, I will tell you if I made up my mind." I said and just walked out of class. I didn't care if I got into trouble I had to find a way to defuse this shitty situation. 

(TIME SKIP )


Michael always walked me home after school but this time I didn't think we would laugh, I had to tell him what had happened today. I walked with him his smile charming as ever, I smiled back and closed the gap between us. " Hey Y/N how was your day?" he gleefully chirped. I tried to keep my smile but it slowly faded, his face now started to fill with worry and concern.

I was starting to panic, "I-I... I got asked out..." I said slowly, and quietly.

"By who... Y/N. You don't have to worry. " Michael said to me trying to stop me from crying. I never realized tears started to drip. 

"Weasly... I-, Y/N... What Did You Say?" Mike interrupted me and I was at a loss for words I couldn't speak.

My breathing grew rapid, my heart rate quickened, and my throat grew dry and heavy. My vision blurred. Michael was worried and I saw rage grow in his eyes, I couldn't speak. My body was shivering and I was glued to the concrete, Michael grabbed my arm and ushered me toward the woods. My legs felt like jello, and my brain was floating, hiding. Michael helped me walk but my face met the autumn-covered floor and black was all I could see.

Michael POV

Y/N fell to the ground, causing a couple of scrapes to appear on her body. I felt enraged and fretful for Y/N, I never wanted to scare her. I was just hoping that she was going to choose me and be my date for the party, or more than that. I drug her back to the cabin and laid her down on the dank mattress that we placed in there, I grabbed my bottle of water and splashed her with the beverage. She woke up groggily and woozy from the fall, " I... I and sorry Michael, I was worried you wouldn't like my decision nor plan. " my blood ran cold at her words. Did she say yes to him? " I told him I'd think about it, I wanted to talk with you first. I could be his date for the party and try to convince him to stop bullying you." she said this worry laced in her voice. I smiled and hugged her, I could fight my own battles and I will take care of this vermin. 

" You don't have to do that. How about we don't go to that stupid party and go trick or treating instead? This will be our last year until we are too old for it anyway." I said hoping she'd agree. To my surprise she smiled and nodded hugging me in the process. I knew this was my time. 

I kissed her.

Y/N POV

I hugged him and agreed to go trick or treating with him, I was gonna tell him how I felt... I had to do it soon. I was taken back when Michael pulled me from the hug and pressed his lips against mine, blush in bright crimson flushed my face and my eyes widend. I kissed back, letting his tongue slip past my lips and put my arms around his neck.  I pulled away, taking a breather and smiled, " Thank you Michael, I am glad you did this I didn't know when to tell you." He smiled back and ushered for me to get up and hurry back to my house. Halloween was tomorrow.


HALLOWEEN DAY

I got my costume on, it was a clown in a big flower bowtie and mask. I awaited the arrival for Michael but it never came. I walked to and from school and no sign of Mike, was he sick? The whole day there was no sign of Michael, I walked into the halls to the restroom and heard some commotion. I couldn't hear much but I thought I heard Weasly and Michael's voices. I waited for something to happen but I heard a loud bang and yelling from a teacher, "Shit." I muttered. I walked out of the restroom and saw the vice principal, Michael, and Weasly. Shock filled my veins as I saw Michael in horrid condition, he had a bruised eye and some slap marks. I know it was lucky with how much of a prick Michael could be but... I never wanted to see Mikey hurt. The principal never noticed me so I waved at Michael, however, he seemed to be in his own world. I felt terrible about this so I ran off tears leaking from my eyes, and I ran to the cabin. I ran there crying and just wanting to have my friend well and safe. 'I had to kill-' "NO! I can't kill Weasly, how would I?" I stopped my tears and started thinking. Even after all that thinking nothing would help, so I headed back through a new passage. Smiling to myself at the thought of trick or treating with Michael, all of those thoughts crashed when I heard screaming. 

The screaming and then repeated thuds of impact, I thought, Aliens, murders, pennywise, person. I then thought ' what if it was Michael.'  my heart accelerated and I sprinted to the source of the anguish, I stopped dead in my tracks. I wasn't able to stop in time and tripped on a tree root, my body went tumbling down and I saw Weasly pummeled and limp. My gaze went up at the person that was now looming over me, it was Michael in his clown mask! "Mikey did... did you... ki- KILL him? Yes Y/N I did." He interrupted me and answered my question his tone was calm yet sinister. I stood up as he dropped his beating stick, I stepped forward and hugged him. " I am so sorry Michael." I hugged him tight. I smiled at him and told him that I would be at my house til dusk hit. 

I leaned in for a kiss, I pecked his cheek and ran off to get my full clown costume ready.

(Time Skip)

I waited and waited for Michael to pick me up and walk with me, but like In the morning and the afternoon. He never came. I waited for the dark to engulf the neighborhood, and then I left. Trick or treating was fun but it would have been better with Michael. Late into the night, I got the notion to check up on him and give him some candy. I walked over to his house and saw he was holding his baby sister. He was covered in... BLOOD! I ran up to him and started crying, " Mikey are you and Boo okay? Please Mikey answer me!" He just smiled down at boo and gestured for me to sit down. I sat next to him shivering and feeding on my candy. 

"Would you like to maybe one day fix up the cabin and live there away from the monstrosities of life? You can care for our kids or..." He started talking, and his eyes for the first time since I met him sparkled. I managed a small smile and nodded, " Yeah that would be nice, but..." Before I could finish cops and Michael's mother apprehended him, his mother taking boo, cops trying to take Michael, and one cop gently ushering me out of the situation. I couldn't face this the screaming of a grieving mother, cops trying to put Mikey in the cop car. An old man came up to me and started questioning me. Everything was terrible. My first-time losing someone and many things I loved. 

Sorry, this took a long ass time. Hope you like it. any recommendations?

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