||Priority|| (Michael Mell x Reader) [Be More Chill]

||Chapter Six||

A week has passed. Michael hasn't showed up to school so far, since he's been accompanying you.

Your aunt visits daily, bringing various items to entertain you. Well, it's an attempt. One time she brought you a spoon.

Michael and your aunt were the only people you really talked to for a while.

Soon, Michael started attending school, only because you told him to.

A month passes.
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A doctor entered the room, holding a clipboard. Darn doctors and their clipboards.

"I have good news! You will be discharged tomorrow." The doctor smiled down at you.

"Thank you." You sighed in relief.

He nodded and walked out of the room.

A few minutes later, you hear a quiet knock.

"Come in!" You shouted from your bed. The channel was on some cliché romcom movie.

Walking in, was someone you'd never expect to see.

"..Jeremy?!" You sit up and scoot back. He frowns.

"H-Hey." Jeremy pulls out a bouquet of flowers from behind him and flashes an awkward smile.

You eye them suspiciously, and hesitantly take them.

It's weird, because they look exactly like-

"Silent Princesses. I-I mean, I got them to look like it. From Breath of the W-Wild." He stammered.

What a nerd.

It was also pretty sappy that you got the reference. But, only from you and Michael staying up to play the game.

"Thanks." You were still confused as to why he'd even consider—

"I... really h-hope you feel better soon. I was.. wondering if maybe you'd like to go somewhere with me or something..." His awkwardness never faded, despite having a Squip.

It seemed your own Squip was deactivated right now from the impact. Or something.

"I... uh. I'll get back to you on that." You didn't stop looking at the flowers. They really were beautiful.

"W-Well, lunch break is almost over... I'd better get going. Let me know." He flashed another grin, putting a little white card on the stand beside your bed.

He exits after that.

Thirty minutes later, Michael strolls into your room, sipping on a slushy.

He stopped, looked at the flowers, and then back to you.

He raised an eyebrow, still sipping at the straw.

"Someone visited me today, and brought me flowers..." You dragged all of your words, trying to stall. You didn't want to mention Jeremy in front of him.

You pointed to the restroom. It's become a new rule that Michael can't wear his stupid concealer around you. He had nothing to hide.

"But then I'd have to put it back onnn!" He whined, throwing his head back.

Your point never faltered.

"It's not like you're going back to school anyways. You skip all the time. I'll tell you the good news when you're done." You smiled sweetly.

He sighed in annoyance, and set his slushy down. After that, he crossed his arms like a little kid as he walked to the bathroom.

He came out a couple minutes later with his vitiligo exposed. He looked very unamused.

You just smiled.

"Well, The doctor said I can be discharged tomorrow!" You sang happily.

Michael never took his eyes off of the bouquet.

"Silent Princesses?"
"Oh. Yeah."
"From who?"
"Uh..."
"..."
"Jeremy..?"

At first, he looked very taken aback. His eyebrows furrowed in, what looked like, frustration.

"Jeremy."

The way he spat the name would leave you oblivious to the years of friendship they had.

"...He also asked if I wanted to go somewhere with him."
"Like a date?"
"I.. guess so.."

"Well, that's totally your decision. I'm not gonna say anything about it." He sighed, finally looking back to you.

"I don't know if I want to go with him, though." You fiddle with your thumbs and look down.

Michael looked at you quizzically.

"It's weird. There's a computer behind his every word. Nothing's genuine. It's like I'd be dating a husk of a former soul." You frowned.

"Michael... promise you won't get a Squip." You snapped back to him, your vision clouding up in the slightest. Darn sappy tears.

"I don't want to lose you. You've been here for me since day one." You gave a small laugh, looking back down.

Michael put his hood up, and his breath became shaky.

Little did you know, he was planning on making a stop by Payless after this visit.

"Michael." You look at him with pleading eyes. He looks back to you, and walks to the side of your bed.

"All this shit ends tomorrow. I'll only have a leg cast. I can go to school with you." You smile.

He smiles slightly.

"We'll still be friends, right...?" He asked, his tone was quivering in the smallest way.

"Of course! Best friends." You laugh.
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Your aunt fumbled with her keys, walking up to the door. Michael was standing there.

"Oh! Hello Michael." You aunt grinned.

"Hey... Can I talk to you?" He asked.

"Oh, sure thing. Let me get this darn door open." She proceeded to sort her keychain. Your aunt sighs in relief when she finds the key.

She opens the door, and lets Michael in.

"Would you like some tea?" She asked, setting her stuff down.

Michael hesitantly sat down on the couch. "If that's okay, then yeah." He said.

"Of course it's okay! I wouldn't have asked if it wasn't!" Your aunt giggled as she shuffled through the cabinets.

"It seems I only have some mint green tea." She took out a tea bag.

"That's fine." Michael played on his phone while he waited for the tea.

She came back in the living room a couple minutes later with two cups of tea.

"Here ya go. What'd you want to talk about?" She sipped at her tea in satisfaction, sitting in her recliner.

"It's sorta about (Y/n)."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. Today someone brought her flowers and asked her on a date."

"I felt... this feeling burning in my chest. But I felt it more in my head. I felt myself grow envious of Jeremy. But... I don't have a right to be jealous. I don't own her or anything, you know? She's capable of her own choices and decisions... I just can't shake the feeling." Michael sighed and frowned.

Your aunt just smiled.

"You have a right to be jealous as you are now, you just don't have a right to act upon it. Say, if you were her boyfriend... you'd be obligated to do something about this jealousy of yours. Right now, (Y/n) is up for grabs. Do your thing, and trust her judgment." She sipped at her tea again.

"Yeah. I think I get it now. Thank you." Michael finished his tea, and said his goodbye.

"Anytime."