I'll Find A New Place To Be Found (Mike Schmidt/Reader)

I've Got Mind On You

Friday night had rolled around admittedly painfully slow. You ended up getting a couch and even two bookshelves. Your rows of books are now out of the box along with some decorations. Snow globes and some cool stuff you had found when you went camping with your family. You remember the days of camping with your parents. They were quite different then than they were now. Your mother wasn't so overbearing and your father would cook at the grill and laugh with you. It felt like such a lifetime ago when things didn't feel so off. You never understood why your parent's suddenly switched up. Hell, you could even recall the day when your mother laid out new rules. It was Summer in 1987, your mother and other parents frantically looking for a little boy who had suddenly disappeared. Your father, meanwhile, started packing up the campsite. You could see the family of the kid anxiously calling the kid's name out. Maybe it was because you were so young, but you never remembered the name. Just that it shook your mother to her core.

Your hand ran over one of the feathers you found that day. You hoped somehow, that kid ended up being found. Your parents never talked about it and you were too scared to mention it. If it had your mother's attitude one-eighty like that? You rather be oblivious. You sighed softly as you moved to sit on your brand new couch. It was second hand so it was pretty lumpy, but it had charm. It was still pretty plush and comfortable too. As you stared at the ceiling you pushed back the reminder of your family. You came to start new, away from them. Then, your mind wandered to your new job tomorrow, babysitting. Your real job did get back and emailed the boring orientation work for you to do. You figured you could just do it before you went over tomorrow. Hell, it was a job you already had before as it'd take you maybe an hour at most. Plus it would help time pass tomorrow. Okay, you were pretty excited to go back over.

But, who could really blame you? Abby seemed sweet and Mike was going to be there for a short time. You might be able to wiggle into a friendship with the brunette. He seemed to be your same age, or maybe a bit older? Perhaps that was just his tired and aged look which was very attractive. Of course it's probably not professional to find your technical boss attractive. You let out an audible groan. Maybe it was because he was the first guy you met here? THe guys in your town weren't attractive if you were honest. Small town with a population of maybe one thousand? Yeah, you saw every man your age go through a nasty puberty and turn into creeps. No thanks.. But the thought didn't leave you, drifting off on your couch.

Once you awoke, you shot up. You had slept through the night on your couch and day clothes. Maybe not the most comfortable thing. Your back aches a bit as you sit up. Rubbing your lower back, you got off the couch. You decided a nice shower would help your now aching muscles. Plus, maybe you wanted to look nice. You had to stop thinking about him like that. For crying out loud you just met him. You walked to your bedroom and grabbed a baggy off white sweater and a pair of good ol' blue jeans from your closet. You walked to your bathroom—another room you had the joy of finally unpacking everything—and set your clothes on the toilet seat. You undressed and readied the shower before hopping in.

You spent the rest of your mid-morning and afternoon rather boring. You ate breakfast and finished your work quickly. You did a bit more unpacking before sitting around watching TV. You checked your phone occasionally. You were admittedly surprised by the lack of calls from home. But, that was probably for the best. You sighed as you waited around. Around five, you decided to shrug on your parka and socks. Once again, mismatched with one being snowmen and the other being a plain white and blue striped sock. You slipped on a pair of warm boots before standing up. Okay, waiting was actually eating you alive. You ended up shooting Mike a text, letting him know you would be a bit early. In your nervousness, you wrapped yourself in a black scarf as you waited for a text back.

You—embarrassingly enough—grabbed your phone at lightning speed. A simple 'Cool. See you then' Your heart damn near skipped a beat! You pocketed your phone and picked up a bag you had sitting next to your door. Inside were a couple things, mainly for Abby. Bubbles, a 64 pack of crayons, coloring books, and some snacks. You were pretty positive she had snacks already at the house, but you could never be too sure! You made sure you didn't get anything that was chewy. Something Mike had told you, was her issue with chewy food, namely sweets. Semi-chewy meat was a hit or miss but she would be more than happy to tell you if she did or didn't like it. You threw the bag of goodies over your shoulder before locking up your house and leaving for your trusty Jeep.