✓ Wake Up, Mike ⇔ Mileven {1st - "Wake Up, Mike" Trilogy}

Ten

Just reminding everyone that the italics mean it's a dream😌💝

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(Edited on April 13, 2017- I'm actually crying just remembering these days. Can't believe where I am today, thank you all so much♥️)
edit, 12-14-18: wowowow ily guys sm for all the reads. And I still enjoy comments so much so keep 'em coming lol

Mike.

I'm getting ready to leave for the dance. I didn't think I'd be going, but Lucas talked me into it. I'm standing in the basement, staring at El's fort. She should be here right now, I shouldn't be going alone. I'm so hostile lately, I almost want to blame her for my pain. I know she was just protecting us, and I love her for it, but I wish I could've gone with her.

I snapped out of my daze when my mom starting calling my name. I trudged up the stairs slowly, eyeing my shiny dress shoes. Everything feels wrong.

My mom dropped me off at the dance and all of my friends were already there. I didn't want to dance or anything, I just wanted to sit. I promised El I'd bring her, but I can't. The least I can do is make sure I don't enjoy it.

All of my friends were up and dancing, having a good time. I was tempted to get up and join, honestly. Dustin caught my eye and started waving me over. I was about to get up and join when the song changed and a slow one came on. My eyes stung knowing El and I won't get to dance together.

My friends approached our table and I caught the end of Dustin and Lucas' conversation.

"Dustin, stop messing around, I won't dance with you." Lucas exclaimed and hearing that made me smile slightly. It's an ongoing joke that Dustin brought Lucas to the dance, considering neither of them have dates. Will came with Jennifer Haze, which surprised me. Yeah, she cried at his funeral, but that's just it. We were at his funeral, she should be freaked out by him.

"I'll win him over someday." Dustin snorted, nudging me as he walked past. Lucas just rolled his eyes, sitting in the chair next to me. The slow song continued and I looked around for Will. Then, I saw him, red cheeks and all. He's actually slow dancing with Jennifer. I never thought I'd see the day.

I was scanning the room and my eyes landed on the new girl. She was sitting alone and looking insanely sad. She's only been here for a few days, and I assume she's feeling awful right now. She has no friends yet and thinking about that is bringing me down.

I sighed deeply and walked over to her table. Dustin and Lucas asked what I was doing, but I didn't answer. When I approached her, she gave me this startled look. Almost as if she's surprised I showed up.

"Uh, hey. You wanna dance? You look sad," I mumbled a bit by accident. A very large part of me was screaming at me, saying not to do this. Why can't I? I'm not doing it because I like her, I'm just being nice.

She nodded with a shy smile. Her face was a bit red, but I ignored it. I walked her out and approached where Will was. He gave me a weird look and I just shrugged lazily at him. I turned to face her, awkwardly placing my hands on her waist. She wasn't as awkward about it, she just went for it. There was still a big gap between us, which was a big relief.

It was really awkward until I decided to actually look at her. She smiled, and I smiled back. She's pretty, yeah, I just could never betray El like that.

"Your dress is...pretty." I smiled, and she opened her mouth to reply, but was cut off.

Everyone in the room jumped when the door flew open. I spun in the direction of it and saw...El.

"El?" I spoke loudly, making everyone turn to me. I walked a bit closer, examining her like crazy. she was obviously still in the same clothes as before she left, but she was insanely dirty. She looked absolutely exhausted as she stepped inside. She looked around at everyone before turning to look at me.

"Who is...she?" She spoke up, pointing behind me. I turned around and took in the stunned expression of the girl. I turned back to El with worried eyes.

"El, let's go home. You need food and rest," Was all I said and she was about to agree when she started swaying a bit. She then fell right over, landed really hard. I could tell something was wrong because she didn't try to catch herself, she just fell.

I ran as fast as I could to get to her side and I could hear other people rush over, too. I didn't bother to check who, it was probably just Dustin and Lucas. I shook El constantly, yelling her name loudly. Dustin and Lucas joined in, all three of us trying to wake her up, but she wouldn't.

I was sobbing uncontrollably and just continued to shake her but nothing was working. Soon, I sat back a bit and tried to think of what could be wrong.

"She's just really drained, she needs help. We need to help her!" I was yelling now, and one of the adults finally came over to see what was wrong. "Please, help her, please," I sobbed out.

The man immediately checked for a pulse. He checked her wrist, then the one on her neck. He kept checking over and over again, his eyes looked so panicked. Soon, he looked over at me and just shook his head.

"She's gone."

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edit, 12-15-18: Hey y'all I just wanna put a disclaimer here early on.
The new girl is obviously Max, but it is NOT the Max we know from the show. I wrote this book before anything was revealed about her character(late 2016), so I wrote her into my own character. She's still played by Sadie, but literally everything else about her is different from her personality, to her clothes, to her last name. So please do not comment about all my "mistakes" or some shit. She's different because she's my own character.

Just wanted to clear that up since I've gotten complaints and stuff in the past.