DAVID BOWIE?!

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You step outside of your work building, exhausted and dreading the walk back to your campus building.

Then, you spot Mike's car in the parking lot with him leaning on it.

You mouth the word "me" pointing at yourself - God, you hoped he got the reference (Sixteen Candles)

And he did, but not being rolling his eyes at you.

"Yeah, you." He mouthed before speaking, "Thought I'd surprise you with a ride home. "

"Well, it's no red truck." You tease him, shrugging

"It's not.. creepy waiting outside your work for you, is it?"

"As long as you weren't there the whole 8 hours!" You joked, "No, but seriously, thank God for you!"

"Bad shift?" He asks, getting in the drivers seat while you sit down in shotgun

"Is there such thing as a good shift?"

"Good point."

"Who's with -"
You begin, but you're shortly interrupted as if he predicted that you were going to ask where Abby was.
You just wanted to make sure he didn't leave her home alone to pick you up.

"Her aunt stole her for the day not long after you went to work."
His tone indicates that he doesn't like this aunt.

"Turn left here."
You instruct him as the car pulls into your campus building's parking lot

"Thanks again, Mike! Ugh, I can't wait to get out of this damn uniform. "
You groan, getting out of the car and shutting the door.

Mike's door shut, too; he also got out?

"I quite like your uniform, maybe that's just because you're wearing it."

What he said surprised you entirely, but you could tell the air between you two was lighter tonight

"When did you get so bold, inviting yourself in?
You teased him, crossing your arms

"No, no, I just thought I'd walk you up - you know, it's dark out."

"And there is nervous Mike! I thought he went into hiding or hibernation."

Mike let out a scoff-like laugh, following you as you headed up to you and Max's apartment, unlocking the door

Your apartment was simple and small, two regular bedrooms, one bathroom, a kitchenette, and a sofa

You and Max had agreed to cover your place with posters and vinyls

After realizing that Max wasn't here, you offered Mike a drink, inviting him in

You changed out of your uniform in your room while Mike used your washroom

"Why was David Bowie starring at me pissing?"
Mike asks, and you look at him almost offended

"Why not?"

Make chuckles, agreeing that there was no reason not to

You both throw your weight onto the couch, sighing

After a moment of silence, you speak up with a rather odd question,
"How do you see me, Mike?"

"What?"
You watch his lips form the word, not noticing how you leaned closer to him

The air between you became increasingly heavier, but not in a bad way

Mike was thinking of how to answer, but most things he came up with didn't involve words

"I mean, do you -"
He interrupts you for the second time tonight with his lips, but not with words leaving them

Before you even process what is happening, he pulls away, standing up off the couch

"I... I should go"
He speaks barely above a whisper

"Seriously?"
You stand up after him, grabbing his keys; he doesn't turn around to face you

"You can't just leave after that... it's not going to go away - I'm not going to go away."

After you say that, he finally turns around and grabs his keys back

"See you on Monday."
He mutters, not even looking up at you

"You jackass!"
You almost yell as he heads towards the door, turned away from you again

You weren't going to let him blow you off like this

You wrap your arms around his waist, from the back, making him stop in his tracks and turn his head to see you

This time, you kiss him, much less soft than the previous one

It was also much longer, neither party wanting to pull away

Mike's hand went behind him to the nape of your neck, locking his fingers in some of your hair (sorry if you're bald, but you scare me)

Your hands, that were around his waist, slide under his sweater, exploring his torso

Mike shivers, pulling a part for air, not because he wanted too

"You can go now." You tell him, no louder than a whisper, as if a loud voice would slice the thickness of the air

"We can talk about this on Monday, I promise."

He responds before leaving your apartment and heading to your car

You couldn't help but watch him getting into his car and driving off from your window

You notice his flustered movements and big, dumb grin...
It's the same one you had on your face right now

Breaking you out of your trance, Max opens the unlock door that Mike had just left through

"How long was it?!" She immediately asks, having seen Mike in the parking lot

"Max!"

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842 words not including authors note

I know I haven't posted a chapter in forever, but I had this brewing in my notebook and I HAD to finish it ♡♡

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