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

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You and Mike were sitting on the bus, reaching school. When you both finally got there, you both flew through the metal detector and to your lockers. You both gathered your books and speedwalked to class. Hey, just because your bus arrived only 2 minutes before the tardy bell gives you no reason to be slow.

During class, you kept thinking of ways to tell Micky how you felt in a unique way.
Hmm.. you thought to yourself.

Micky, I like you.

Too basic.

Micky, I like you a lot.

Nah.

Micky, I have something to tell you.. You are one of the cutest, funniest, kindest people I've ever met.. I think I..

"Miss y/n, since you're over there daydreaming like you already know what to do, do you think you could solve this *sound of ruler slamming on board* problem for us?"

"I think I have a crush on you!!"
You blurted out regretedly. Your friend Peter(Tork) turned around at you quickly and started snickering at you, since he probably knew what was running in your mind.
You looked around like you didn't have a clue what happened.

"Huh?! Wait, what?? Oh, my bad. I-"

Finally, Peter accidentally let out a loud, squeaky laugh.

"Mr. Tork, since you think this is so funny, how about you come up to the board and solve this equation."

Peter got wide-eyed and winced. He grumbled and walked up to the board.

Phew.

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After school, you rushed to your locker and packed up your bags quickly so you wouldn't accidentally keep Micky waiting. You ran so mindlessly, you accidentally stepped on the 13-year old British boy's fingers and apologized, then offered to help him.

That took a little time out of your plan. Afterwards, you rushed outside just like everyone else since it was the last day until winter break. You ran behind the building to meet Micky, and there he was.
You remembered what led to that little mishap in class and ran up to him, then took a deep breath.

"Micky."

"Yes?" He said with a sweet smile on his face.

You hate it when he smiles like that!! It's too adorable. He was making this harder.

"Micky, you're one of the cutest, funniest, kindest people I've never- I mean, ever met!! I look up to you alot and I want to be yours. I think I love you!"

Crap. You didn't mean to say all that?!!

"..I-" Micky stumbled with his words and his eyes beamed open.

You had an awkward, tense look on your face, inviting air to run between your teeth as you took in a nervous breath.

"I'm f-flattered, but I think I gotta go," Micky stated with his words progressively fading. He walked off to the front of the school and went into his bus.

"Micky, wait!!"

Tears started to form in your
eyes. You didn't like Micky too much anymore..

You ran to the buses and rushed into your bus and sat in the back by Michael and started crying uncontrollably.

"!!What happened?!" He asked.

You didn't feel like talking at all.

Mike knew you didn't cry much, so he quickly concluded what happened. He put his arm around your shoulder and you buried your face in his chest. He patted your back trying to calm you down. You looked up at him and gave him a slight smile.

"..Thanks."

"That's what boyfriends're for."

Boyfriends?

You sniffled, finally being able to talk.

"Boyfriends?? What?"

"Oh," he chuckled. "I forgot to ask ya',"

You leaned in closer and raised your eyebrows in question.

"Would'ya like to be my girlfriend?"

You chuckled, wiped your tears, and punched him on the shoulder lightly, then you leaned in to give the Texan a kiss.

He chuckled afterwards again. "I'm guessin' that's a 'yes'?"

"Yeah." You rest your head on his shoulder and he pulled you closer.

"I love you, y/n."

                

You were the luckiest girl on Earth. Why, you ask?

You had Mike, the fun, loving, sweet, Texan all to yourself. A really cute and cool one, one who cared.

I love you, too, Michael Nesmith.