"Living Gays" (Micheal Afton x Reader)

•chapter 12• Beginning feelings

Violent language
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"I stayed up all long, ughhhhh!! Can I not just cancel these feelings out?!" I bury my head into a nearby pillow as I struggle to get up for school.

I slowly get up changing and grab my backpack, "I'm sure they'll go away sooner or later..I mean it's Micheal." I roll my eyes and chuckle walking out my front door with some toast, saying bye to my mom of course. "oh shit! I'm late!" I put the toast in my mouth and start to run for dear god.

Hmm this kinda seems familiar?

I pass two corners and school is no where to be seen, also why I wake up earlier to get there on time.

Come on.. it really does seem familiar?! Toast in my mouth...running late....hmmmmm

I pass one more corner and hear a honk, I turn my head and see a black car gonna run the shit over me. "Shit." Found it.

....

"I live?" I say as I stand up checking myself sadly..toast cannot be saved and fell on the dirty floor. The crunchy crust, the soft part. Gone, the taste that it leaves you with, gone.
Anyways!
I check my head no blood, just some scratches oh shit I actually lived!

I stand up slowly and the car door opens and I see the one and only, William Afton.

I lived for this?!

I froze in my tracks and stare at him as he glared at me with his blue eyes. He curses and jogs to me "are you alright y/n?" He says with a familiar British accent. He seemed to have darker eye bags around his well eyes. That doesn't match with his beautiful blue eyes though, what a waste. But I really don't want to talk about him, or to him.

"Um yea I'm fine!" I say with a nervous smile and chuckle, before he could say anything the most terrifying thing happened.

"Y/n!" Says another familiar voice.

Oh for fucks sake.

"..hi. Micheal" I wave sighing and he comes rushing out of the car and running towards me.  "Holy shit are you okay?!" He asks with a really concerned face. "Yes! I'm fine- really," I'm fine people! I just got hit by a car...really nothing.

"It seems You all are late then" William finally says in his deep British Voice which kinda sounded weird. "Umm I Uh guess so? If I run fast enough I can make it," I look at the path I was supposed to take and hear the second bell ring, and wince. "Here let me own it up to you. I'll drive you guys to school"

I flinch and Micheal stares at his dad. And I have to refuse, "no no! I swear it's fine!" William chuckles and shakes his head already walking to his car. "Nonsense, get in the car." By the way he says that, like a demanding voice sends chills down my spine and my legs move on its own. Walking on its own, opening that door and hopping in.

I stare at the front of my seat and glance at Elizabeth, CC, and Micheal staring at me. "H-hi?" Micheal sighs smiling and looking forward and Elizabeth giggles and shakes Cc and he yelps. I smile and stare out the window, staring at Micheal in the reflection. The world hates me.

We all get out of the car, and surprisingly wait no never mind it's not surprising. That kids were still not in class, great. Micheal opens the door first and helps me out. Since the others aren't that old for high school, William drives off after saying good luck. He did say he was gonna drive us here, but not give us a reasonable excuse...

Some kids were staring, some kids were mumbling and I hated that. The whisper's behind your back, are they positive? Negative? .. I hate it. I look down and flinch as I felt my hand get grabbed, The hand right next to me. The hand that felt warm, and alive.
(For now :)

"Sorry for the unwanted attention" Micheal whispers to me, and I couldn't help but smile. And felt my cheeks become a faint red but manage to brush them away. "It's fine.." i squeeze his hand and we both walk into the halls.

That's when I quickly let go of his hand and wish him bye and speed walk out of there. I don't even look back I keep my posture and go to my class. Although I was transferred to a new math class and that new teacher fucking sucked like so does math, why do we have to find Math's X? Just move on buddy.

I enter my classroom and go through a lecture for being late, she didn't even believe I got hit by a car!....I mean I don't look like I got hit by a car. I'm just happy they didn't send me off to detention.

I can't even focus  on school, all I do is doodle in my notebook and catch only glimpses of what the teachers saying, most of the time I zone off or fall asleep.

"Y/n what's the answer." I wake up with a snort and stand up quickly "60%!!" I yell and my teacher stares at me. "It's history class." Everyone snickers and laughs, while I'm standing. "Oh..sorry" the teacher sighs, "your really testing my patience L/n. Pay attention." They say and continue to teach as I slowly sit back down. Kids still laugh and others are paying attention...

The bell rings and there's a whole human herd of kids moving, talking, and fighting. I try to slip by as much as possible, I almost get to biology. Micheal! I think with a smile until I bump into someone "shit! Sorr-." I get cut off as I see Adams face staring at mine, both shocked. "Ah- y/n! I didn't know you wanted me that bad." He says chuckling like all that stuff he did never existed. "Excuse me?" I say with a little voice tremble.

"Haha, you can stop pretending. I know you bumped into me on purpose." He laughs and hugs me making me freeze. "N-no I didn't get off of me!" I push him and everyone's to busy walking to class to notice. "What?" He says confused, "i do not miss you! I hate you!" I shout and feel my breathing get heavy,

"No you don't. But I understand why your pretending." He leans in on my face, "you don't want people to come between us, I understand." He doesn't kiss me but leave me there scared for dear life.

"...Have i given enough...?" I mumble just wanting a break and slowly walk to my class and sit in my seat. "Hey y/n! Watchu doinnngg?" Micheal says looking at me with his  blue eyes that match his fathers. "..nothing" he tilts his head "is something wrong?" He asks. ". . ." I stare at him and shake my head "no, just tired of school" i sigh and he nods. "Ah, understandable" I assume he gets bored of me because he focuses on the subject. Which I can't help but think he hates me.

And that he's only talking to me because he friends with my cousin. Which is probably true, and he's only talking to me because he feels bad on how pathetic...I am..

I sigh and drift off to sleep in class again

I start to dream but this time..it's different

but similar to another.

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HOLY POTATOES YALL IM SO SORRY! I have writer block....and I really wanted to work on this but literally had no motivation- sorry!!

Also another question- I don't know what to call the crying child 🥲 I've been calling him CC or some other names but o have no idea what to call him..can I have some help or maybe suggestions? I'm asking because I know it's not confirmed what their name is but what do you guys prefer?