We'll see about that.. ~MICHAEL AFTON X FEM!READER~

Chapter 6: I hate you

Michael grimaced at the sight of his now painted black nails

"Ew! What did you do to me?!"

"Come on, Michael! Admit you like it!"

"I hate it!"

"Liar! You obviously love it!"

"It's so girly!"

"So? There's nothing wrong with that! You're lucky I didn't do purple!"

"Okay, when you say that I feel fine."

"So you do like it! Hah!"

"Not true- ugh! I hate you!"

"Awe, I hate you too!"

Michael flips you off
"Oh, piss off!"

"You're the one in my house!"

"Shut up, smart ass."

"Aw, you think I'm smart!"

"I fucking hate you."

"Glad we feel the same about each other!"

"Y/N, can you seriously shut up?!"

"Why?"

"You're hella annoying."

"Your point..?"

".. Whatever."

"So, Michael. Since you like it, let me do your other hand."

"Fine. Only because my other hand is done.."
Michael reluctantly gives you his other hand to do

"Alright, stay still."

"What does it look like I'm doing?"

"Oh, shut up."
You begin to paint his other set of nails cautiously, to avoid making a mistake

"And.. done! You're welcome."

"..Cool."

"Kids! Dinner is ready!"

"Coming, Mom! Come on, let's go."

" 'Kay."

You and Michael walk down the stairs so you can eat the dinner your mother cooked for you, her, and the Aftons

You all sit down in a seat, you sit next to Elizabeth, the youngest, with Evan on the other side of you, Mr. Afton, sits next to his wife, Michael on the other side of him, and your mother is sitting next to Mrs. Afton

"Alright, so, do you guys pray before you eat or no..?" Your Mom asked

"No, we don't, but we do on special holidays." Mrs. Afton said

"Alright then." Your Mom continued
"So, (Y/N)."

"Hm..?"

"How would you feel working at a diner..?"

"Well- depends what job.. and why exactly are you asking this?"

"Well, any position, but, I'm simply asking you because you, missy, need a job."

"Mom, what?! I can't take a job! I already have school going on! I can't do two things!"

"If you do it, I'll get a surprise for you.."

Now that was tempting...I guess we could take up the offer..

"..Fine.. What diner?"

"Well, we were thinking Fredbear's Family Diner, because since we know the Aftons, you would- or should, be fine with William being your boss. Well.. one of them.."

"... I'll.. talk to you about it later.."

"Awesome!"

"Dad.. you want to hire her?!"
Michael exclaimed

"Well, what's wrong with that? You work there too, I figured you guys can.. you know, get to know each other more!" William asked

"..Why exactly am I grounded again?"

"That's the point! Make up for your actions."

"Dad, she'll probably harass a child for bumping into her!"

"Not true! I would never! If anything, you'd do that!"

"You're the one who attacked me!"

"You attacked me back!"

"It was self defense! Basic survival sh- stuff."

"And..? You got yourself in trouble!"

"Neither of us would be grounded if you didn't have to tackle me!"

"Michael."

"It's not my fault I was fed up with your annoying voice!

"(Y/N)."

"My annoying voice?! You should hear yourself! You sound like a dying dog!"

"Michael."

"You look like a dying dog!"

"(Y/N)."

"I do not! You're just jealous that I'm hot, and you're not!"

"Michael."

"Oh, please! You look like a person straight out of a four year old's drawing!"

"(Y/N)."

"I do not!"

"You do too-"

"Michael and (Y/N)!"
Your Mom and Michael's parents say at the same time

"I- uh.." you stutter
"Uh.. He started it!"

"It doesn't matter who started it, go to your room."

"But Mom!"

"Go."

[619 WORDS! So this was a bit chaotic.. but ERM.. see you soon..?]