𝓕𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮| Mizzen x M! Reader

train talk's part one; Ryhlee

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Mizzen and I sat in comfortable silence for a while, before he finally started ask me questions about myself. "How old are you? I'm fourteen" he asked, I was glad he was around my age, because he was very charming. "I'm thirteen, but I turn fourteen in a week" I answered, trying to sound excited even though I knew I wouldn't live to my fourteenth birthday. "Happy early birthday" his voice was much softer, and tension filled the air as we sat in silence. 

"Do you have a favorite color?" I asked, hoping it would defuse the tension. "I like green, but gray is a beautiful as well" Mizzen explained "I like gray, but I prefer the colors of the sunset, especially light orange." I looked over, seeking his opinion on light orange "light orange is a lovely color" he reached into his pockets and pulled out an orange flower "it's a good thing i also love that color" he put the rose in my hand and smiled, I smiled back and put the flower in my pocket, making sure it was visible. "Thank you, it's truly lovely!" I thanked, he nodded "no problem, I've been waiting for someone to use this trick on, my sister Coral has already seen it like 400 times!" he joked, I cracked up slightly, he laughed a little more than I did, which made me crack up again.

 we sounded crazy as our laughing fits progressed more and more, until I was laying in his lap laughing, and he was swinging his head from side to side laughing. "What are we even laughing at?!"  I asked, looking up at Mizzen "I don't even know anymore?! but it's still funny!" he laughed on, and I joined him once again. we laughed until we couldn't breathe, then we finally realized the positions we were in. Mizzen had fallen over, and I was laying on his chest with our hands still holding each other's. we stared at each other for a second before I quickly made my way to the position I was in before our giggle fit. Mizzen and I had only known each other for twenty minutes, it felt like I had known him since I was seven. "So, are you going to tell me how and why you have orange roses in your pocket?" I asked "a magician never reveals his secrets!" Mizzen said. 

editor's note: so, this story doesn't get boring, I'm doing the other part of the questions in Mizzens point of view! make sure your taking care of yourself, I love you!!

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