Apocalypse. (Mike Schmidt x Male reader.)

Chapter 1; Rewritten.

I awoke around 6:35 A.M. and sat up. The loud ringing from my alarm starting to irritate me. I reached over and shut it off, five minutes late. I was very particular about waking up at the right time. I felt I would get more done if I stayed committed to my routine. However, lately, I wasn't able to commit to the routine. I've been having nightmares, which would wake me up early. Or the latter, dreams that were so alluring I'd sleep in a few minutes or so.

DING!

A text popped up on my phone screen. I steadily reached over and read it, it was from Daniel. He asked if I would pop over at his establishment, hotel with a luxury bar inside, and help him out with something. I replied with a simple, "Sure, what time do you need me?" and put my phone back down. I needed a shower, to start off my day.

I felt the scorching hot water run down my back as I stepped into the shower, reaching to the knob to turn it down a little. I first wet my hair and applied shampoo, trying to maintain my hair as much as possible. I washed it out and applied conditioner. I let this sit for a few minutes while I listened to the music.

Days seem sometimes as if they'll never end.

Sun digs its heels to taunt you.

But after sunlit days, one thing stays the same.

Rises the moon.

Days fade into a watercolor blur.

Memories swim and haunt you.

But look into the lake, shimmering like smoke.

Rises the moon.

I sang along softly with the lyrics, brushing my hair out of my face. I looked into the mirror on my shower wall, studying my features. After what seems like forever, I finally wash the conditioner out of my hair. I reached for my face wash and squeezed the last remaining bit into my palm, putting it on my face. I massaged it in and washed it off, then I did the same steps with body wash. I sat there, yet again, staring into the mirror and studying my eyes. The color of them reminded me of my younger sister, her bright blue eyes. (I am giving you blue eyes, it'll make it easier for me.) I just stared, the water slowly getting colder, the skin on my fingers wrinkling, my body still.

After a while, I managed to get out of the shower. Memories of her finally fading, giving me time to leave the bathroom, change, and fix my hair. I needed to get ready, Daniel wanted me to be there around 12. He had some boxes he needed to be moved into the back but there were too many for him to handle alone. I was the first person he thought of, I had no problem with it.

I had finally arrived and went straight to his office, he said it was good to see me and instructed me where the boxes were, where they went, and said he would be out after he finished getting a few people checked in. I guess all I had to do was move them to the back, and unload two of the 18 boxes. I'll figure out what they are later when I open them, just need to focus on the task at hand.

A few hours later me and Daniel had finished getting them to the back and we opened the two. They were filled with new luxury towels, sheets, and blankets. He told me he really wanted to get his hotel to the higher stars, he wanted celebrities to stay here. I thought this was a good idea, and I was willing to help. However, he didn't need me to help unload anymore. Some of his employees had arrived and I was dismissed. I didn't mind, I was going to the bar now anyways.

I sat down at a bar stool and felt my phone buzz in my pocket, of course. Something to stop me from drinking. I open my phone and stop still, the name. I stared for a solid few minutes before opening the message, "Hey, Y/N, it's been a long time. I'm in town again and wanted to know if we could hang-out again? I miss your company. I know what I did and I'm sorry, can we talk about it in person?" I just stared. Mike hadn't sent me a message in so long, how would I reply?

I gave it a few shots and typed a reply, "Hey mike, yes, I don't mind. Would you mind hanging out at Daniel's Hotel and Bar? It's the one with a big DCD on the front. Next week at this time, maybe?" I sent it. Immediately, like a teenage girl reading a fanfiction, I shut my phone off and had the urge to throw it. Just like reading a risky line, typing a risky text, or as if seeing something I shouldn't have. My phone buzzed only moments later, "Perfect, I'll see you then." I got up and walked out. Paying my tab and driving home, I needed to rest and prepare.

END OF CHAPTER 1!