a bunch of pll imagines and preferences...

12- you think they are A- mike

"Hey Em! Give me that cookie" you said, reaching your hand out for it.

"What? Why? Get your own!" she replied, about to eat it. You pointed to your sticker and she reluctantly handed it over. You had just given blood with all the girls except Emily, as she had volunteered abroad and therefore couldn't give blood.

CRASH!

Startled, you all looked up to see mike talking to one of the workers. You had to admit he looked suspicious standing by your blood.

"Mike!" aria called, but there was no reply as he hurried out of the room.

"What was that all about?" Hanna asked.

"Was mike just here to steal cookies or something else?" spencer said, looking at the cabinet by where he was standing. The door was open and the tubes of blood were on show. You didn't believe he would take them, but you knew he had been visiting Alison in prison. Maybe he was working for her?

 You and mike had been friends ever since you met aria. One day you had gone over to her house and she wasn't there, so mike invited you inside. The two of you had talked and found out you had a lot in common with each other. As time went by you had developed a small crush for the boy, but you would never do anything about it, as you didn't want to ruin your friendship.

You went home with aria after school one day and headed up to her room. On the way you noticed mikes door open and music blasting out. Excusing yourself for a minute, you left aria and headed over to his room. You pushed open the door to see him working out. You didn't know what you expected but seeing him shirtless and sweaty made you feel like you were invading his privacy, so you spun around, leaving. The music stopped, causing you to freeze.

"Hey y/n. what do you want?" he questioned. You turned around to face him again as he finished what he was doing.

"Umm... I just thought I would come and see how you are. We haven't talked in a while."

"I'm fine. You?" the answer was short and you didn't know if he wanted you to leave or if he was hiding something.

"Actually I could be better." You replied honestly, before continuing. "I was wondering what you were doing at the blood drive..." you waited for him to explain.

"Does it matter? Mind your own business." His answer was short and harsh. You muttered an apology, keeping your eyes on the floor as you left the room. You could hear him take a few steps forward and you thought he was going to come after you, but he didn't. Maybe your friendship wasn't as important as you thought.

You walked into arias room and she saw your change in mood.

"He's different isn't he?" She said. "The others think he's guilty and took our blood."

"I guess we don't know, but I don't understand why he would do this to us." You said.

"There's no evidence yet."

"We've all put a lot of emphasis on the word yet aria. It sounds like he is already being convicted of helping Alison." You sighed.

Mike avoided you for the next few days and although you and aria didn't want to admit it, the evidence against him was strong. You knew you had to talk to him at some point but it was hard when every time you tried to get close to him, he walked of in the other direction. So you decided to trap him and make him talk.

You were waiting in his room, thinking about whether or not to look around. It would be wrong, but it didn't seem like you would get answers any other way. You searched through his draws and found nothing. You gave up and sat on his bed. Feeling thirsty you opened the fridge, seeing cans of power mass. You were so thirsty you would drink anything, so you grabbed one, leaving yourself a mental note to replace it later. You tried to open it like a normal can, but nothing happened. You found this odd so you twisted the top. It instantly came off and a tube of blood fell into your hands. You were taken aback. Mike had actually stolen your blood from the drive. He was actually helping Alison. You shoved it in your bag and hurried out the room. You took one last glance to make sure everything looked normal before closing the door.

"What do you think you're doing?" he asked. You stared at him wide eyed, thinking of a response.

"I was just looking for you. But you weren't in there. Then I came out and now you're here." You laughed nervously. he nodded eyeing you suspiciously.

"What's in the bag? What did you take?" he snatched your bag, tearing through the contents. He stiffened, slowly taking his hand out of the bag to reveal the blood.

 "What did you think you were doing searching through my room?" he yelled. Any guilt you had about doing it left and was replaced by betrayal.

"You stole our blood! You are working with A" you shouted back.

"What I'm doing has got nothing to do with you!" he spat.

"Of course it has! That's my blood and you were helping a; the person who has spent the last few years trying to destroy me!" you were so mad you didn't even think of the words you were saying before you spoke. "And to think I was actually falling in love with you." You said, storming past him and out of the house, leaving him stunned behind you.