Tuesday 2nd
2000
Mikes POV
Y/N tries to find a job at the mall to be a sucurity guard, same for another person names Mike Schmidt a dark brown haired boy, same hight as Y/N 5'5, he looks mid 25, [You/Y/N are 24] overall it goes well, Y/N, mike, and Jeremiah. "So.." Jeremiah says, while reading mikes book Dream theory "Why ia ACTIVE PARTICIPANT in all caps? Is it like a title or something? Like achieving the level of Gand Lords?" Mike snaps back into reality and blinks a few times. As Jeremiah laugh while he waves the book in the air "Is this ftuff for real?" He questions Mike "Some people belive so, depends on what you belive." Mike says, he looks beside him where Y/N is sitting, she/he's scrunched up ina ball, her/his knees close to their chest "Y/N?" Mike says, Y/N looks at him and nods "You ok? You havent talked like.. at all?" Y/N nods "Yeah, just tired." she/he replys in a whisper "I'm gonna get some food, I'll be back." "I'll uh- come with you. Jeremiah, we'll be back" He nods "Yeah, take your time you two."
Y/Ns POV
Y/N and Mike go to the icecream place not to far from where they were sitting. "I want a three scoop sunday." The woman says in a half southern accent, half british, infront of them, the woman continues yapping "Instead of three full scoops of three flavors, I want half scoops of-" Y/N tunes out everything, including the woman. Holy shut the fuck up she/he thought. Finally the lady finishes what she want and stands aside, Y/N and Mike finally get to order, Y/N just gets marshmellow flavord icecream, Mike gets chocolate flavored. Y/N looks around the place.
Little kids birthday.
Children screaming.
Running around.
Y/N snaps out of it and comes back to reality, Mike is gone? People are yelling by the fountain, Y/N sprits to where all the noise is coming from, Mike is beating up a man, punching him constantly.
"Daddy!" A child yells. "Fuck me.." Y/N buries her/his face in their hands, she/he knows that they should'nt get invold, but Y/N rushes to Mike and grabs him bu the shirt and pulls him back. "Mike, what the fuck?" Y/N yells at him. Fuck, I'm gonna get fired.. Y/N thinks to her/himself.
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Mike schmidt x healing user
Actionthis story is for the ones who are lost, lost everyone and everything including themselfs, the ones scard, and scared. Broken into little peices of glass. The ones bruised, trying to heal, bleeding but can't stop bleeding. The ones crying until empt...
