Michael Afton x Reader ~ The Boy on The Bus

Chapter Fifteen - Scooper

As soon as Michael woke up, he knew today was going to be bad. He had a sinking feeling in his stomach. He felt an overwhelming sense of dread. He didn't know what was going to happen, but he knew it was going to be something horrible.

He woke up before your alarm, and he was not well rested, but no matter how many times he tried to fall back asleep, he just couldn't do it. He decided to get up before you and make breakfast.

He got ready first, showering and getting dressed, and then decided he was going to make the best pancakes anybody has ever eaten. The one thing Michael knew that he could do and not mess up is cook and bake. He was amazing at it, just like his mother.

He got out all of the ingredients and started making the perfect, golden, fluffy pancakes with extra chocolate chips. As he was baking though, that sinking feeling didn't go away. He felt almost as paranoid as he did when he was at "work". Just thinking about the place made him feel worse, but he knew he had to go back. He knew he had to save them.

He looked down at the pancake he was currently making and realized it was burning. Oh god, he must've been real distracted if he messed up his cooking. He quickly took it off the pan and onto the plate and started making the next one. By the time he was finished making them, you were up and sitting at the table.

He set the pancake plate down, "Good morning, love," He gave you a warm smile.

You smiled back, "'Morning, Mike. How'd you sleep?"

"Good," He lied, "How did you sleep?"

You put a few pancakes on your own plate and covered them in syrup. Mike did the same.

"I slept okay," You replied, "Thanks for breakfast!"

He smiled, "Of course, it's no problem,"

Michael was not the only one with a bad feeling, you felt like you were about to have a panic attack or something. Of course, neither of you said anything about this bad feeling, not wanting to worry each other.

You took a bite of pancake, "Hey, y'know what I realized just yesterday? We don't even know eachothers full names,"

"Woah, you're literally right," He replied, "What's yours?"

"(Y/N) (L/N)" you answered

"Your name is so pretty," He smiled, "Mine is just Michael A- uh... Schmidt. Real boring!"

"Nah, Michael is such a pretty name too! We're pretty name buddies!"

He smiled. God, he loved you so much.

You glanced over at the clock, your eyes widening, "Oh shit, it's later than I thought!" You shoved a whole pancake in your mouth and got up, dropping your plate into the sink, "I gotta get ready!"

Michael finished his last pancake, "Okay, go ahead. I'll walk you to the bus station today."

You left the kitchen to go shower while Michael stood up to wash the dishes. It was quieter than he would've liked, which made him start to think about yesterday. Not only did he feel guilty for lying to you, but now he had to deal with the fear that Baby wasn't actually trying to help him.

He hoped that she wouldn't pull any tricks like that again and would just help him in a straightforward, non-confusing way. He knew that that wasn't likely to happen, but a guy can dream, right?

Michael finished the dishes and you finished getting ready. Both of you got your shoes and coats on and set off into the coldness of the morning. The sky was as grey as usual, clouds looming overhead, somehow making this gloomy day even drearier. You slipped your hand into Michaels, lacing your fingers together.