You Just May be the One (mike nesmith x reader)

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Your closest and bestest(?) friend, Michael Nesmith, lived right next door to you, so you two had always walked to the bus stop together and told eachother what's been going on in your lives. You waited outside for him to come out of his house. He finally came outside to greet you. You both started walking together down the sidewalk. He finally asked,

"What's been on y'mind?"

You wanted to say that you were gonna tell Micky how much you liked him today.

"Micky."

"Micky?"

"Micky. I'm finally gonna tell him how I feel about him today."

Mike chuckled then weakly punched you on the shoulder in celebration.

"Hey, that's great! Good luck."

"No.
There's one problem."

"Yes?" He asked in curiosity.

"I don't know how to tell him."

Mike gave you a confused look.

"What do y'mean?"

"How do I say it without sounding too cheesy or awkward?"

"Here's an idea."

Michael stopped walking and you looked back at him, then turned to face him.

"Try telling me you like me. Pretend I'm Micky;"

"Okay." You agreed. "Micky, I jsjduwuwjdjlikeyouksksji."

Mike raised an eyebrow.

"Let's try that again."

"Okay.. MickyIlikeyou."

"One more time."

You took a deep breath and said;
"Micky, I like y-" You looked at your non-existent watch.

"Oh my, look at the time!! We have to get to the bus stop, quickly!" You turned and ran towards the bus stop, leaving the confused Texan behind, avoiding looking back. That was a little awkward since you actually did have a little thing for Mike too.

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