[Michael's P.O.V]
(The next day)
This party was pretty boring but at least I've gotten to hang out with my old friend, (Y/N). But something was..different, like i NEVER had this feeling in my ENTIRE life.. Every time I see her or whenever I'm even AROUND her I feel...like I-I LOVE HER?! Wha- this can NOT be possible! I-I can't..I mean don't Believe in love! I'm not supposed to fall in love with HER! She is nothing like us..but that only means..if I'm feeling these emotions, doesn't that mean that I AM A CONFORMIST!?
(Hours later)
I was at Pete's house for a while. Things were like usual. Nothing interesting had happened at all actually;Well, until Pete said "Michael.., do you have a crush on (Y/N)..?" he said with a mono-toned voice. I just stayed silent. I didn't even know if I did or didn't like her. " I-I...*sigh* I don't know..."
He just looked at me like if I was acting like a fool.
"Listen Michael, it's pretty fucking obvious that you have a crush on her. Just tell the truth." Pete glared at me. "I—I just can't help it... The fact that me and her..we were like best friends a long time ago. She was different. I was different.. And..and..I don't think she'll ever think of me as the same Michael I used to be.." I started to tear up a bit. WHY THE HELL AM I HAVING THESE STUPID FEELINGS!!??
"Michael, you're starting to act like a conformist. I can't even tell if you're Goth or a conformist in disguise." Pete said, glaring at me like if I was stupid.
"*Sigh* Look Pete, I gotta go..I'll be back later. And don't forget to buy another pack of cigarettes. The ones you got this time are fucking cheap as hell." I walked away.
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I had walked around the block a few times, wondering if I should just confess my feelings. Part of me is saying yes but the other part of me is saying that I'm a fucking idiot. Go kill yourself. Shut the fuck up. Yeah, I should listen to their side. I walked past (Y/N)'s house to see the beautif—I mean the conformist sitting on the bench. She looked up from her book and walked up to me. At this time I was so nervous on what was going on. "Michael, what are you doing here.? You don't even live near my house." She giggled. Oh god how I love to hear her giggle one more time. I had trouble speaking, for it felt like she was taking over me. I started to stutter uncontrollably. I made such a fool of myself. " Are you okay...?" She asked. "Y-yes. I-I gotta go now. B-bye." And ran all the way back to Pete's house.
"How's it go?" Pete asked while lighting up a cigarette. "It was a fucking disaster." I said. "Yup. Just like I knew." Pete scoffed. I couldn't handle the shame honestly. I had enough. She's just...a stupid crush anyways.
"You'll get over it someday." Said Pete.
" I guess."
Pete threw the cigarette in disgust. "Ugh, you were right. These are pretty cheap." "Go buy some new Non cheap ones ." I glared. "Fine." Pete said and went to the store.
I guess I'm by myself now.*sigh* I think NOW is the time that I should tell (Y/N) how I am feeling. Well, last time it went horribly wrong. I really don't want to try.. Should I just keep my feelings to myself and suffer.? I don't even know now.God how I hate everything.
*One week later...*
(Y/N) is having another party today. Great. At this point my feelings are burning inside me. Fuck. I wish I never met her at all.
"Michael..MICHAEL!" Firkle screamed. Finally, I snapped out of whatever the hell was going on. "What the hell do you want.?" I hissed. "Are you going to go to the stupid conformist party or are you going to Hot topic with Pete and I ?" "Um..why the fuck do we need to go to hot topic..?"I asked. "*Scoff*, because Henrietta's birthday is coming up soon and she loves shopping at hot topic." Firkle sighed while Pete rolled his eyes at me. "Why can't you two go on your own?" Firkle was tired of my questioning at this point. "*sigh* because you know Henrietta better than any of us! Okay?!" He yelled. "I guess" I said blankly. "So are you going or not?" Pete finally spoke. Gesturing Pete to hand me a cigarette I nodded, "Yes ,Pete. I'm not going to the party." Pete handed me a cigarette and I lit it up as soon as it was in my palm. Smoking for a brief minute and stopped. "What the— hey! This isn't one of those cheap cigarettes!" I was shocked but yet no emotion whatsoever appeared in my face. "I actually listened to you for once.." Pete glanced at me. I continued to smoke until a figure caught the corner of my eye. Oh fuck... It's (Y/N). I rapidly threw my (non cheap) cigarette to the floor and stepped on it before she'd notice. Pete gave me a dirty look, " Dude what the fuck is your problem? Those weren't cheap y'know!" I then cut him off.
"Shut up! It's her! Look
.." I hissed at Pete. Pete and Firkle looked up at her and turned back to me. " She's ugly" Firkle spoke blankly. "Agreed" Pete said. I didn't say a word, for I was too concentrated on her gorgeous hair.
"Michael..."
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"Michael.."
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"Michael.!"
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"MICHAEL!!!"I was finally out of my trance. "Whoa what the fuck?" I asked. "Are you okay..?" Firkle asked. "Umm.. Yeah. Yeah I'm okay." Firkle just glared at me and shook his head in disappointment. " You're on some fucking Nazi conformist shit." " SHUT UP FIRKLE." I yell.
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I'm already at Hot topic with Firkle and Pete since they dragged me here. I look around the shop trying to find anything... ANYTHING that'll satisfy Henrietta. She's extremely difficult to satisfy. As I continued looking for things her size or anything at this point, my phone started to ring. at first i just tried to ignore it and kept searching but the ringing kept going. I sighed but ii still didn't pick up. finally the ringing stopped. I then checked my phone to find out the call was from....(Y/N). fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK. I began to panic and tried calling her until she left a voice message.
" *music of your choice playing in the background* Um.. Hello caller.! As you can hear, I'm quite busy at the moment. Please just text me or leave a voice-message after this. Have a good day I guess."
My god how I would love to hear her voice one more time. Wait... Why the hell do I keep thinking like this.? There has to be something wrong with me.I swear to God ever since I saw her I kept acting up.I guess Pete and Firkle were right.
I am on some fucking Nazi conformist shit.
After all.... its just a strange feeling.
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Anddddd end of chapter!! Sorry I took forever y'guys.But guess who's back and better than ever.? ME! School's in the way but Summer's here and I'm gonna be busy making these chapters. So see ya guys in the next chapter my little...friends :) —Joc.
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Fanfiction(Y/N), a teenager from Chicago, moves to this little mountain town we like to call South Park. While she's there, she'll have to deal with an old friend of hers. His name we may ask? Well, his name is Michael. The problem is, (Y/N) doesn't realize h...
