"Foolish Dreamers" Michael Afton x Reader

𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽𝔂 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓞𝓷e (Ch.27)

Friday
November 30, 1984 10:40 P.M

TW: Dudes literally trying to take advantage of a drunk girl.

Y/N stood in front of the mirror, tugging at the hem of her black sweater dress. The fabric brushed just above her knees, and the semi-sheer black stockings gave a delicate, shadowy look to her legs. She adjusted the fit of her black thigh-high boots, glancing at her reflection with a mixture of unease and excitement.

Behind her, Joyce was sprawled on the bed, gleefully talking a mile a minute as she applied mascara. From what Y/N had gathered while half-listening, Joyce was absolutely ready to put on a show for Wilson—and maybe even Simon just to rub it in his face that she was happy with someone, if he showed up at the party. She could already picture it: Joyce, smug and radiant, basking in the awkward tension if the two guys crossed paths.

Joyce wiggled into the tightest, most revealing navy blue dress she owned, tugging at the neckline with satisfaction. "Wilson's gonna die when he sees me in this," she grinned, turning toward Y/N. "Though Simon might choke if he's there. Can you imagine his face? I'm so ready to ruin his damn night if I see him there."

Y/N rolled her eyes, half-smiling despite herself. "You really enjoy making things complicated, don't you?"

Joyce gave a mischievous shrug, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "What's life without a little drama?" she said, pulling on an oversized trench coat to hide her outfit. "Besides, it's Kelvin's party. Simon and Kelvin are tight, so he's probably gonna show. I just need to make a grand entrance with Wilson."

Y/N sighed, pulling her sleeves over her hands. She felt a twinge of guilt—sneaking out was one thing, but dragging Joyce into the scheme only made it worse. Nana trusted them both, and the thought of sneaking around sat heavily on her conscience. At least Wilson would be giving them a ride, which made the plan slightly less reckless.

"You sure about this?" Y/N asked quietly, glancing at Joyce through the mirror.

"Positive," Joyce said with a grin, fixing her lipstick in Y/N's small vanity. "Come on, Y/N. It's just a party. We deserve to have some fun to start off this weekend."

Y/N didn't respond, her mind wandering back to Michael. She knew there was almost no chance he'd be at the party. Kelvin's crowd wasn't exactly friendly with him these days, and it wasn't hard to guess why. They probably dropped him the same way they'd cut off anyone who didn't fit their idea of fun or cool. Or in better words, Michael wasn't an asshole to their extent, not anymore. Michael didn't seem like the kind of person who'd enjoy their chaos, anyway.

And yet, part of her felt... disappointed. Maybe even relieved. She kinda wanted to see him. .

Joyce caught her expression in the mirror and smirked knowingly. "Thinking about someone?" she teased, nudging Y/N with her elbow.

"No," Y/N said too quickly, brushing her hair over one shoulder.

"Uh-huh." Joyce gave her a sly look but didn't press. She grabbed her earrings from the nightstand and shot Y/N a playful grin as she put those silver hoop earrings on. "Alright, lover girl. Wilson should be here any minute."

Y/N rolled her eyes. "I'm not sneaking out for romance, Joyce."

"Maybe you're not," Joyce sang, slipping into her coat. "But you should be. Who knows? You might even have fun tonight."

Y/N gave her a look but didn't argue. Fun. She wasn't even sure she knew what that was supposed to feel like anymore.

A small tap on Y/N'a window made both girls freeze before a familiar blonde came into view, and Joyce's face lit up. "That's him!"