The Kind Ghost of Hurricane (Michael Afton x reader)

-Chapter 9.5-

I hate cheese. Do you like cheese?

Why do you like cheese.

-Mari
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"Do you have a good memory from your past?"

"Oh... Oh jeez that's a deep question." You stopped what you were doing to think, even if you were almost finished.

"It's ok if you don't want to say anything, I was just curious."

"Oh no no, don't worry! I was just thinking..." As you remembered that memory, you started smiling. "I do, actually. I met my first friend in the summer of 1973."

"Was he the first boyfriend of the infamous Ghost?" He asked, laughing.

You rolled your eyes, continuing to smile. "I liked him, once..."

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"Once?" Michael asked again.

"Yeah, well, there were two actually, but the first... let's just say it didn't go well. He kinda tried to kill me, and I had to run away. He left the city shortly after."

He got up, invested in the story. "Oh shit... And the second?"

You sighed, following him by standing with your back on the wall. "He was... kind, at least to me and his close friends. He helped me with the first one, cleaned my wounds every time I got one, and he always carried me home whenever I couldn't walk, or I was just sleepy." You laughed at the memories of your real first encounter, as you were running away from |___| with your leg injured.

"Seems like you were really head over heels for him."

"Yeah. I think... I've never really felt something identical to that feeling. Something similar in these years, but I guess you would say that was just a childish feeling, and not real love, you know? I don't think I'll ever feel the same again... We grew apart, so I couldn't even know where he is now."

"And if he appeared back in your life? Like, right now in Pirate's cove."

"I really couldn't imagine my 17 years old me with a kid that's probably Chris' age. It's strange."

He looked at you with a soft smile. "[Name]..."

"What is it?" You looked back, confused by the sudden close distance. Then you started to connect the dots. You didn't realize that you were so close that you could kiss any moment, instead you thought about something way more important. And he noticed it too, by the surprised look on your face.

"Mud kid?" You asked for confirmation, smiling.

"Hello again Swing girl, I see you didn't lose your constant crying. You know, at first I thought that you were ignoring me, but now I'm sure-" You quickly cut him off by pulling him from the collar for the kiss you always wanted to give him. Not Michael, but Mud kid, the kid that saved your life, not the hot bully.

As quickly as you pulled in, you also pushed him away, realizing what have you done. He was more surprised than you were when you discovered his secret identity seconds ago.

"Oh god. I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me. I-" This time he was the one to cut you off for the same reason. Only this time it was longer, with your hands behind his neck and his behind your back.

Holding you close the soft kiss turned into a deep one, because a simple "I missed you" wasn't enough.

You were too caught up in your old life with your old friends to even remember the person that saved you from death, but said person didn't, and it was strange that he didn't hate you.