Mileven - More Than Pretty

~Chapter Eight~

This reminds me of episode eight of ST. Now I've got the feels again. 😭⬆️

Mike's P.O.V

I thought I was dreaming being in the nurse's office, one side of my vision blurry, the principal 

sitting in one of the stereotypical blue chairs. I wanted it to be a nightmare. But I was awake, 

and sore, and weak. The worst part was being defeated in front of El. She was so fragile, herself. 

I wanted to be strong for her. Troy was going too far again. How was I supposed to just stand 

there and let it happen? Yet now, here I am. 

"Michael, it wasn't your fault," Mr. Gorden told me. He looked at me as if he was the one feeling pain.

"Well, yeah," I uttered back. I don't know why I couldn't just suck it up and be a man. 

Troy deserved whatever was coming to him, after all.

"Troy is going to be suspended for a while...Is that okay?" he questioned me.

"He should be expelled," I was thinking, but I only said, "Sure, Mr. Gorden."

The bulky man nodded his head and I noticed the prominent vein on his forehead.

He had definitely visited Troy already. I was glad when he left the room.

I shut the eye that wasn't already swollen shut. I was wondering what El was thinking.

When I blacked out or whatever. I probably screwed up her first day of school pretty well.

Damnit Troy, you son of a bitch. 

"Mike," her voice floated through the air. When I looked up she was wincing at me, just as Mr. Gorden had. I was such a pity.

"Hi, El." I said. 

Her feet lightly tapped on the floor towards me, contrasting to the stomping in the halls that

probably meant our last bell had rang for the day. 

Her hug surprised me. They always did. I didn't ever feel like I could get used to her being back.

"He hurt you," she commented, almost in a whisper. There were those worrying eyes. 

"That doesn't matter," I objected.

"Yes, it does. You were strong," she explained.

"Not really. Look at me, El," I said.

She took a glance at the purple now enveloping my skin, for the second time. 

"Mike..." she started. "I talked to Nancy...I like you."

And then she had said it. Those three words.

"I like you too," I added, even though she already knew it. 

"Yes. Good," she said. 

"Mike..." There it was again.

"I still think that we are more than pretty. I don't mind your purple."

Just then, I couldn't do it anymore. I had wanted to kiss her so bad when she came back.

And then I had our noses touching and our lips together, lightly. 

It only lasted five seconds. Yes, I counted. But what really did it, was that after she smiled.

She smiled even though I had swollen lips and looked like a package of hell had been dumped 

on me, which it had to be honest. 

Author's Note-

This was really short, but I'm in a sad mood and I needed to right some mushy Mileven stuff. Sorry if it was crap and the plot isn't going places yet. I promise I have big plans. Anyway, there it is, their second kiss. I really didn't want to rush this, so I'm sorry there was a wait, but I think it is better like that. Still, I hoped you liked it and thank you for three hundred reads. It means A LOT because I'm not having the best time right now. Also, Finn recently liked and commented on one of my posts, so that's helping too. To those of you who have fan accounts and think the same will never happen to you, don't lose hope. Post something true to your heart. He'll notice.  

P.S.- I didn't proof read this. Excuse any errors. I just wanted to get it out because I know I'm super late with this update.  

-Sophia <3