Vampire Next Door ⋆⟡⋆ Miguel O'Hara x reader

Ch. 18 take it back .˳·˖

You've been at it for hours, arguing, bringing up your past.

You didn't explain it in detail.

You mentioned the "few advances" Vel had made, and before you could elaborate, Miguel began battle.

"Miguel, are you really jealous of a girl I haven't talked to in months? Please." You whine, frustrated, tears still staining your cheeks.

"You were jealous— let me rephrase that— you're still jealous about the nonexistent romantic history I have with Vel! Why is that allowed?"

He pauses, "I'm not trying to be... shitty. I know it's not about me. I know. But you see her in Vel, you like her."

"I don't think about her like that anymore, and I don't see her in Vel— it's like the world just keeps shifting under my feet and I'm trying to make sense of all of it, I'm trying–"

"Well, do you like her?"

"Did you?"

He loudly exhales, "We're not talking about me. Do you?"

"No–"

"You're hesitating,"

"Miguel, no, I'm not. You can't read my mind... If there were ever any sort of feelings for her, they were really just for you, I saw YOU in HER, okay? Sometimes she reminds me of you–"

"Yeah I know we look sooo alike," he scoffs. You ignore him,

"--and when you're gone, you leave me with her, we were becoming friends, I don't even know how this all happened."

"So it's my fault you like her, because I'm out trying to keep our neighborhood safe, YOU safe."

"I can't get through to you, Mig, how do I prove that I want you, that I don't think about her like that?"

You sigh. "What do we do? Where do we go from here?"

"What if— what if I told you I liked Vel? What if all of a sudden I was conflicted and I— just, how would you feel? What would you say?"

"I think I'd be... hurt." you mutter.

He scoffs.

"And I'd try to understand... but I don't like her, I don't actively like her, and I'm not actively chasing her the way I'm trying to chase you. I want to be with you!... You're acting like I'm the one who confessed my feelings to her. She started it! I just— it just caught me off guard and it brought old shit back."

"Old shit that you never wanted to work out. Maybe we could've, if you would've just been more open,"

"Like you've been sooo open about your past?"

"It's different." He says it harshly.

"How?! How is that fair?"

"Because you lost a friend, I lost someone. Lost lost."

"Are we comparing losses now?"

"She wasn't taken from you. You just couldn't handle your jealousy."

You glare at him.

"Okay," you get up and make it back to your place. Tears slowly roll down your cheeks as you drag yourself to your bedroom, before collapsing onto your bed and screaming into your pillow.

Across the hall, Miguel drags himself to his bedroom, before collapsing onto his bed and cursing into his pillow.

You both don't sleep.