reflections - mileven au.

nine.

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beep beep beep ! 

the alarm went off, waking the lanky boy up, as he groaned, rubbing his eyes. he and eleanor had a meeting with a client today. he got up out of the bed, before sighing as he looked in the mirror. just two days left in paris and he had to make it worth it. the past few days were spent as interviews, cuddles and meetings crawled in.

he couldn't get eleanor out of his mind, how had he landed on a girl so perfect ? it seemed impossible to him, maybe he was just being pessimistic about this.

he got dressed, wearing a white long sleeved button up with a brown vest that el got him yesterday and the watch that nancy bought him during his senior year at high school.

his phone rang, it was his younger sister, holly.

"hello holls." he told holly on the phone, smiling, he hadn't heard her voice in a few weeks so it was nice to hear her again after a period of time.

"hi mike ! mom's sending me there to london in a few days." she said, her grin was almost audible to mike's ear due to her tone, holly's summer break must've started, she was becoming a teenager this year.

"really ? that's exciting !" mike smiled, before he heard banging on the door.

"shithead ! open the doorr !!" el whined, banging the door. "coming, el !" he responded, before he took his phone next to his ear again.

"is that el ?" holly asked with curiosity, to which mike responded with a yes. "that must be exciting, as you were talking about her non-stop for the past few years." mike flushed red, hearing that, as el raised her eyebrows at him through the door hole.

"anyways, bye holls, i got to get to work." 

"or making out with el, bye !" holly said, in a joking tone.

"open the door, mike !" el said, as mike opened the wooden door, she was wearing a white button up with a brown jacket and a brownish-beige plaid skirt. mike picked her up jubilantly, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek, as el giggled. "took you long enough, dipshit." she said, wrapping her arms around his neck. "yeah, but holls called, so." he shrugged, dropping her down, taking her arm in his while they walked down the hallway of the hotel with their workbags.

*

"seems like john's a bastard." el said, referring to john meyer, their client, who was racist and sexist, dismissive of every woman's opinions.

"that's an accurate description." mike said, walking to the coffee shop across the street with her, they sat down. "two cappuccinos and two french toasts, please." el told the waitress, to which she nodded and walked behind the counter.

"how's holly and nance ?" she asked, sipping some water. "nancy's well, working as a journalist." mike said, with a smile. "and holly's in her last year of middle school this year." he said, chuckling at how fast she grew. "oh my lord, people grow fast." she responded, as she looked at her files.

"i think joshua's team has not submitted the excel sheet yet." mike said, looking at his laptop screen. "ya think ? he never submits anything, nor does his team, apparently, all he does is hook up with women at the bar and get women pregnant, while cheating on his wife, stacy." el said, as mike cocked an eyebrow.

"how the hell did you know that ? are you a gossip girl now, elligator ?" he said, teasingly placing a kiss to her jaw before pulling away. "no, max is, she once went to the bar and saw him hooking up with angela." "angela holland ? you mean that b*tch who always makes people's lives miserable, and the wife of my co-worker ?" mike said, with a disgusted expression.

"hell yeah." this reminded mike about those days when el was bullied by angela.

"haha !! daddy's girl ! daddy's girl !! your father's in the hospital right ? i guess you won't see him again !" laughed the blonde loudly, throwing a milkshake at the crying brunette below her.

"el !" mike called out, with a look of horror on his face. el didn't want this to happen, not infront of mike. she took a large breath, before she hit angela in the head with her pouch, making angela shriek, it was just a pouch, though, not so heavy or hard.

"eleanor jane hopper ! what have you done ? i thought you were a straight a student, not this !" the principal said, before looking at the cctv footage. "angela craig come over here !"

"el-el are you okay ?" mike asked, hugging her and taking her away from the crowd, gripping her tightly, as she cried into mike's shirt, soaking it at corners. "y-yes..." she cried, as mike pressed soft (platonic innit ?) kisses to her forehead, rocking her in his arms.

mike smiled, el was such a strong woman now, she had grown up to this wonderful woman she now was. he pressed his lips against hers, and let the kiss linger for a while, el was confused at this action but smiled, wrapping her arms around him.

no matter what, we'll always be together.

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a/n : that was so cheesy ew. what the hell does angela want ? holly's coming over, john's a perv and a sexist, what more do ya want ? (fluff, angst and spice, duh, author 🙄) and i have to complete this book before the end of may as i'm transferring to a new private school as ivies take most students and they gain recognition there, and i will be updating less and less as it's my last year of high school. so yeah. omigoshh how i miss stranger things <33 i'm going to rewatch s2 as it's my second fave season. anyways, sending love !! i love you alwaysss and hope you have a marvelous day. this is not proof read btw 🤷🏻‍♀️😭. love, lanah (taylor's version.)

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