Mike Wheeler x Reader

Part Nine

If you haven't noticed already, I'm more active on weekends cause I'm still in school, so I'm sorry about that. Anyhow, enjoy this chapter yall.

Mike's P.O.V.

I really felt like I needed to take charge right now. (Y/N) appeared to be in need of some serious emotional support, and I was there to deliver.

"We should clean this," She said, gesturing to just about every place in my room.

"What? My room?" I asked.

"Well, I meant just the bed, but that sounds better." She said.

I looked over at the bed, which was slightly out of place. The sheets were halfway onto the floor. Then, I looked at (Y/N). Her hair was slightly out of it's regular place, but it still looked good. The whites of her eyes were red and so were the tips of her ears and nose. She was rubbing her upper arm with her opposing hand.

"Are you cold?" I asked.

"I'm okay, it was just freezing outside." She responded. The clothes she wore weren't very heavy. They were kind of thin actually. If you looked at her for long enough, you could see the shape of her body. All of the smooth curves and dips...

"Mike?" She asked, quietly.

I realized then that I was staring.

"Uh, sorry," I said, tearing my eyes away from her as quickly as possible. Great. I probably just made her super uncomfortable. So much for being responsible and taking charge...

She didn't say anything, she just looked at me.

"Um, let's, uh, start." I said, trying to pry away from the situation. She seemed so fragile right now, I was not going to let her linger on the fact that I was... Looking at her. I began to spread the sheets out, returning them to their regular places. She didn't move.

"You wanna, like, I don't know, help me?" I laughed.

"What were you looking at?" She said suspiciously.

"I don't - I wasn't-"

"Was it me?"

My eyes darted from place to place, trying to avoid her figure.

"No! Of course not." I lied.

"Really? Because if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were checking me o-"

"I wouldn't do that," I lied again, "Especially not when given your state." I said, gesturing to her.

"My state?"

"Well... Yeah. You know... Your mom, Troy..."

"You."

I looked up at her. She was smiling. I groaned, defeated. This girl.

"Okay, yeah. Maybe I was looking at you... I'm sorry. I hope you don't think I'm a creep or anything, like Troy. I just couldn't... Uh... Help myself." I admitted. Hopefully being brutally honest would earn me some brownie points.

"You couldn't help yourself?" She questioned.

"Uh, yeah."

"Why's that?"

"Well, you know... You're really pretty... and," I sighed, "You're wearing those thin clothes... I mean - wait - that sounds way creepier than I thought it wou-"