Michael Afton x Reader ~ The Boy on The Bus

Chapter Three - Sleep Over!

Friday, the day you had been waiting for.

Finally it was here. Yesterday you had written down your address and given it to Michael. You had made sure to get off of your shift early, and you even stole some snacks from the Kwik Trip.

You were in a rush to pick out the perfect outfit. Something that looked good, yet casual, yet like you weren't trying to impress Michael. You finally decided on a simple T-Shirt and sweatpants. You wore a Queen T-shirt, Michaels favorite band. You hoped he noticed.

You had spent the rest 10 minutes of the hour laying out your comfiest pillows and blankets on the couch and setting up snacks. To your surprise, Michael showed up early, knocking on your door at exactly 6:58 AM. You gave him a big smile and let him in.

Your tiny apartment wasn't much, in fact, you were surprised you could pay for it at this point. You barely got anything from that stupid Kwik Trip job. The door opened into the living room, and the living room extended into a small kitchen. Your bedroom and bathroom were somewhere down a small hallway. Pretty standard apartment setup.

Michael walked in, looking around, "Nice place," He looked at your shirt and smiled, "Nice shirt," he walked over to your couch, which was covered in many pillows, and flopped down on it, "10/10, very comfy. I could pass out right now."

You smiled, "Thanks, I specifically chose the softest most comfortable couch I could find... it cost me a fortune."

"Where'd you get it?" He asked, looking at you.

"A garage sale for fifty bucks."

He laughed, "What a steal! I hope you washed it well, though..."

"Don't worry, I made sure it was clean." You smiled and sat down next to him, "Did you bring the movie?"

Michael nodded, pulling out a DVD, "Right here, burned it myself." he said, looking especially proud.

"Nice. You start the movie, I'll go get snacks, okay?" You said, getting up and walking over to the kitchen. You could hear him messing with your DVD player and your TV. You hoped he wouldn't break anything.

You grabbed some popcorn and started to make it. You decided you were gonna impress him by making the real kind even though it meant you had to do more dishes. You poured the oil and popcorn seeds into the pot and waited. After a few minutes, it was ready.

You walked back into the living room, flopped down on the couch next to Michael and set the popcorn in between the two of you. He, probably thinking he was being slick, scooted closer to you. You took a handful of popcorn and shoved it in your mouth. He did the same. He pressed play on the remote, and the movie started.

At some point, at least thirty minutes into the movie, you felt Michael re-adjust and scoot even closer to you. Your shoulders were almost touching. Just then, you got a wave of confidence and reached for his hand, slowly taking it in yours. The feeling of his hand in yours felt like sparks going up and down your arm. You were glad to see he held your hand, not pulling away. A small smile appeared on both of your faces.

This Killer Klowns movie was obviously supposed to be a horror movie, but it was so laughably silly. You honestly enjoyed it a lot, but were rudely interrupted by a soft snoring next to you.

Michael had passed out, just like he said he would, and honestly, you weren't that mad about it. The circles under his eyes seemed to get darker day by day, and you were sure he was serious about not getting enough sleep. You just stared at him for a bit, completely ignoring the movie. He looked so peaceful, just sitting there. You wondered how long it had been since he last slept.

You, feeling quite tired yourself, turned the TV off and threw one of your blankets over Michael and settled down on the other side of the couch. You cuddled up with your favorite blanket, turned off the lamp on the side table, and promptly fell asleep