(Elevens POV)
I stepped out of Nancy's bedroom, where I got ready everyday. With my makeup and outfit looking great, I walked down to the basement where Mike was waiting. I was to the stairs now, walking down. He wasn't there. I checked the bathroom too. Nothing. All that was left to do was search the house.
I ran back upstairs and searched the kitchen and living room. Not there. I checked the bathroom too. He wasn't there either. Did he leave me? Where would he go? There was only one more option. Mike's room.
I ran down the hallway that lead to Mike's room. I opened the door only to see him sitting in front of a mirror he had in his room. He adjusted his shirt a bit and even started to play with his hair too. He looked away from the mirror and his mouth opened a bit. He was pink again.
"Oh El! I'm sorry, I was just uh...I was bored! Here, why don't we go down to the basement."
"What's wrong?"
"Uh.... nothing."
"Mike. You know that we don't lie to each other. It's our rule."
He sighed and said, "Well, I just was trying to...impress you! I know, I know, it's weird! But, most of the time, in school I get called names and get pushed around like I'm a nobody. I really just wanted to look like I'm not such a dork and stuff. I want you to ac--"
"Mike...."
"Yeah...?"
"You're not any of that, okay? I don't want you to call yourself that, or even think of it. Because your not. You're Mike Wheeler. My Mike Wheeler, alright?", I grabbed his arm from the side and stood up of my tippy toes to kiss his cheek.
He grinned at me, "Wow, thanks El. It means a lot."
I winked.
You know, Mike really isn't any of that. I don't understand why he calls himself those horrible names. What do they even mean?!
