Apocalypse. (Mike Schmidt x Male reader.)

Chapter 2; Rewritten.

This chapter takes place the day of them hanging out, I apologize for the sudden jump!

I awoke to my alarm clock again, this time right on time, surprisingly. This was the first time in a few days I had woken up at the right time, then I remembered, today I was going to meet up with Mike. My stomach turned a little. Should I cancel? I've already gotten this far, what if I screw it up? I sat there for a few minutes thinking about what to do. I finally decided to get up and shower. I could think about it there as well. A nice shower would be good right now, very calming to the mind and hopefully relaxing.

I turned on the knob for the shower and put it to a warm temperature. Once I had the water to a nice temperature I undressed myself and got in. Feeling the warm water hit my back, my muscles started to relax. They loosened, alerting me to the fact they were tense. How I didn't notice? I don't know. I was too preoccupied trying to decide if I should cancel or not. It's been a week and I still felt off about the situation. Was it gonna fix all the problems from the past? Was it gonna save our relationship? I doubted that. After what happened, it could get better for a few days and completely bail. I hated the feeling in my gut that told me this, but I knew to be weary of it. I didn't cancel, I decided to go all out and look my best instead.

After finishing the shower, I stepped out and started choosing an outfit. Pink CK boxers, some black pants with the CK waistband showing through, and a mesh shirt with a flower design. Once I put them together, I knew it was the perfect outfit. I looked in the mirror for a bit, staring at the physique which I so desperately hated a few months ago. I grew as a person, my body only made me more confident. God, I had missed this feeling of confidence. Maybe this is a sign me and Josh were meant to go out together again. I thought about it a little, before realizing I needed to finish getting ready.

Time skip to you going to the date 😋

I parked the car, turning it off and putting my keys in my pocket. I didn't bring a bag, although I wanted to, I wanted to bring barely anything tonight. Bringing too much with me wasn't ideal. I didn't wanna weigh myself down or show off a bad impression. Not to mention, none of my bags matched how cunty this outfit is. Giving cunt/eleven and the cunty towers. I walked in and saw him in the distance, looking at me. I strut over, giving a bit of flare to my hip like I used to do in my pageant days.

"Hey [name]," He said, looking at my outfit, eying the waistband a bit longer than the rest of the outfit, "How have you been doing? You look absolutely spectacular tonight."

"Hi Mike," I smile at him as I sit down across from him, enjoying his presence a bit, "I'm doing good! I appreciate the compliment as-well, this was nothing honestly!" Although, it did take me quite a while to pair the outfit and make it look how I wanted.

"I guess to get it started, I'm sorry." Those words pierced me a little, a solemn look on his face. I shifted a bit in my seat, "I know what I did was horrible, and might not even get forgiven, but I feel like you deserve an apology." I quickly raised my hand to my chin, thinking a bit before responding.

"I see what you mean, and I forgive you." He seemed to look a little shocked as I smiled at him, "it wasn't even that bad, I promise, I've gone through worse and don't need an apology for it." Deep down, I did want an apology, and I'm glad I got it. It wasn't that big to me, but I did feel bad when it happened, of course.

"Thank you, I was sure you wouldn't forgive me." He looked down, before looking back up with a semi-smile, "Do you want a drink?" he seemed to ask me. I thought about it for a bit, would one drink really hurt that bad? I usually don't drink much so I should be fine. In fact, I usually don't drink at all. I try to stay clean of that stuff.

"Sure, but I'll pay, I know you struggle with money here and there." I smiled at him, and took out my card. Even if I don't have to give it up now, I like to stay ready.
"Are you sure?" He asked, clearly wanting to pay for my drink, "I would feel bad letting a handsome guy like you pay for your own drink!" He exclaimed the last part.
"Yes, Mike, I'm sure." I nodded at him, "I'll pay for yours too, let this handsome guy treat you!" I winked and blew him a kiss at the end of the sentence, heat rising to his cheeks. I giggled at this as he nodded and we ordered our drinks.

Little did we know it was about to heat up quite a bit!

I decided to leave it on a cliffhanger as I spent a lot of time on this. Trust me, it will get much better soon!