{Unfortunate Events}

Memory 25

~1981 July 5th~

   I woke up in the spare sleeping bag Micheal let me borrow. Usually we sleep on the same bed, but with pillows in between us, but I decided that since I was dating Flynn that I shouldn’t do that anymore. Even though I didn’t want to be with him anymore.. Of course, I didn’t tell Micheal that, but I did tell him I just didn’t want to sleep like that anymore. I curled up more into the sleeping bag, finding it rather cold. I looked at the alarm clock that was on his nightstand to see what time it was. It was about 6 a.m. I sat up, and looked over the side of Micheal’s bed to see if he was there or already awake. He was asleep, facing my direction, cuddling a pillow. I glared at the pillow a bit, wanting that to be me. Wait, what am I thinking- Suddenly, Micheal rolled back over, facing away from me now. I sighed a little, and laid back down.

   I felt my phone buzz in my jacket pocket, and I glanced towards it. A bit confused at who could be texting me this late, opened my phone, and looked at messages. 

Flynn: Hey, mouse. Are you up?

   I glanced away from my phone for a second. Well, if he didn’t know I was earlier, then he does now-.

Yeah, I’m up. Is something wrong?

Flynn: No. I just wanted to check on my love, and ask how his 4th of July went. So?

It went okay. I spent it with my family, so it was a pretty quiet day.

Flynn: Really? Not even fireworks? Do you want to come over and do some fireworks with me and my friends?

   I glared at my phone a bit. That was the last thing I wanted to do.

No thank you. Why didn’t you do fireworks yesterday?

Flynn: My friends couldn’t make it yesterday, so we decided to celebrate it today instead. Are you sure you aren’t in?

Yes, I’m sure. Have fun for me

   I put my phone back in my jacket, ignoring the last message he sent me in response. I curled back up under the blanket of the sleeping bag, and closed my eyes tightly. I heard a creak outside Micheal’s door, that made me open my eyes again. I noticed a faint shadow near the door that obstructed the light from the windows in the hall. I carefully got up, not wanting to wake Micheal if I didn’t need to, and opened the door. Evan looked up at me, and backed up a bit. “Sorry.. Did I wake you and Terrance.?” I shook my head no a bit, left the room fully, and closed the door behind myself so that we wouldn’t wake him. “No, I’ve been up for a bit, and Terry is still in bed. Are you okay?” I asked, whispering. Evan shook his head no. “Terrance took my Fredbear plush, and I can’t sleep without it..” I crouched down a little to Evan’s height, concerned. “You’ve been awake this entire time..?” Evan nodded, and glanced towards the door.

   I turned around, and opened the door, looking in just to make sure Micheal wasn’t awake. He didn’t seem like he was, so I walked back into the room, and started looking around. Evan didn’t come in, but watched. He then looked towards the nightstand, and pointed. “I see his hat peeking out of the drawer-.” He whispered. I looked towards the nightstand and saw it. I walked over, opening the drawer, and grabbing the toy, but then I felt an arm wrap around my waist. I kept from almost screaming when I felt myself get pulled onto Micheal’s bed. Now sitting on his bed, Micheal had his face buried into my side with a tight hold on me as he lightly snored. I felt my face turn red, and noticed that his pillow that he was cuddling with was on the floor. In his attempt to catch said pillow, he grabbed me instead, failing, but finding something/someone else to cuddle. I gently threw the plush to Evan, who caught it pretty well.

   “Why aren’t you moving away from Terrance’s bed-??” He asked, probably not able to see Micheal’s arm wrapped around my waist. “D-Don’t worry about it- Close the door, and go back to your room, okay-??” I said. Evan just listened, and closed the door. I heard him walk down the hall, and into his room as his door shut a second later. I looked at the pillow, and managed to slide it over to myself with my leg, pick it up, and switch places with it. Micheal tightly hugged it, and buried his face fully into it. I fell down onto my sleeping bag, red, and a bit flustered, but then laid down, and laughed a bit to myself.

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