Fucking conformist..[ Michael/Tall Goth X Reader ]

T E N

I pick up my phone and start typing aggressively, hearing my thumbs tap on the screen as I type,
"the fact you don't even consider me a friend, knowing that we are friends would be nice since I thought you had a fucking crush on me or something??"

After moments of no responses and just being left on read, I see his typing bubble just appear, and disappear and appear again. "Michael??" I typed. Read, again.

I get up off of my bed and decide to go in the shower, I need this, I take my phone to the bathroom and put on [favourite song] and get in.

As I run my hands through my hair I hear a knock at the door but, ignore it considering the situation I'm in.

The knocking becomes more aggressive every time, whoever this was they were desperate. I shout down the stairs "Hold on!!" As I put some sort of clothes on to atleast be covered up. "IVY ANSWER THE DOOR!!" my mum shouted up the stairs, like she couldn't do it, the lazy bitch..

I hurry downstairs wearing, not much to say the least, and answer the door.

Of course. Who else would it be? Michael standing in the doorway, and had noticed not much on me. "What." I snap at him, and my mum turns around. "Ivy?? Who's this boy??"
"Ivy..?" Michael says under his breath, confused. "Just one of my friends mum." I replied, pissed she had deadnamed me Infront of someone who didn't know. "What's she talking about?" Michael looked at me, unsure. "Nothing I'll tell you some other time. What do you want?"
"I'd like to come in to begin with." He chuckled slightly. "Mum can my friend come in?"
"Eh.." She looks him up and down, taking in his aesthetic.. "Fine, but he can't stay long you have things to do." She says clearly annoyed. Michael walks in and I shut the door behind him, gesturing for him to go upstairs. "You go first, so I know where we are going." He said with a small smile, weird.. I started walking up but then suddenly realised why he wanted me to go first, I go quicker upstairs making sure to get past the staircase fast. Creep.

I shut my bedroom door and look sternly at him. "Right, for the third time now what do you want?"
"Uh..first off, why did your mum call you Ivy..?" I flinch at my deadname. "It's my deadname, and she doesn't accept me.." I sighed.
"Ohh..I'm sorry."
"What you gonna do though right?" He nodded, "Hopefully she'll understand someday though."
"Yeah.. anyways, like I said what do you want just because we have had this talk doesn't mean I'm any less pissed at you." I say in an annoyed tone. He sighed, "Right yeah. I didn't want to like, look like a little bitch Infront of my friends."
"What?! You didn't want to look like a little bitch?? How that happen if you had another friend?!" I say, starting to raise my voice. "You don't get it you're not actually a guy so it different!!"

I look at him, hurt, pissed off and confused. "What..?" He makes eye contact and you could tell he said it out of spite. "I- I didn't mean that."
"Just go Michael. I have things to do." He walks out of my bedroom and I slam the door behind him.