Mike Wheeler x Reader

Part 011

Mike's parents and his siblings are like always gone in this. Just pretend they all have super early and super late jobs lmao

It's now Sunday in this btw

jus tryna keep you guys on the same page here

Also SPICE ALERT

Mike's P.O.V.

          I'd barely slept. I was too scared to leave (Y/N) unguarded. It wasn't that I didn't trust her, I was just paranoid. The few times that I had gone to sleep had been short. I'd always wake up thirty minutes later (at most), as if my need to make sure she was still here was instinctual - wired into my brain.

          At one point, early this morning, my mother had come in to say that she was leaving for work. I hadn't heard her when she came in last night, but I assumed she had gotten home late. When she came into my room, she either didn't see (Y/N), or didn't care. She'd told me that Nancy was at a friend's house and that our dad was going to see the people that Holly was staying with. I didn't really know who they were, all I knew was that my mother always dropped Holly off there when she was in need of a baby sitter. I hadn't asked her about (Y/N) living here when she came in because I wanted to go to the police about (Y/N)'s mother first. 

          Not knowing where anyone was didn't really bother me. Most of the time, they didn't know where I was either.

          It was ten o'clock in the morning already. (Y/N) must have been tired. Who could blame her.

          She had rolled onto her back sometime during the night. I was on my side, facing her. She looked surprisingly good, for being asleep.

          "You know, it's creepy to watch people while they sleep." She mumbled, not opening her eyes. 

          "Wha - how did you see me?" I asked, genuinely confused. 

          She didn't say anything. She only smiled, opening her eyes lazily. She turned onto her side to face me.

          "Good morning." She said, smile turning into a smirk.

          I'd always thought that timing our kisses was hard, but she seemed like she had a handle on it. She leaned in, closing the space between us. The feeling that it gave me could never got old. Her lips disconnected from mine and she jumped out of the bed. I followed her out of the room, not sure of what else to do.

          "So, why were you staring at me this time?" She asked.

          "I didn't mean to..." I said, trying my best to avoid explaining it to her. I didn't like hiding stuff from her, so to avoid that I usually just stalled for as long as possible, trying to drag her train of thought away from the topic. It's weird, how quickly I'd learned her method of interrogation, and how quickly I'd adapted to it. Though I must say, my adaptations definitely didn't work all of the time.

          "Yeah, right. How long were you looking for?" She replied, seeing right through me.

          "Not... Very long?" I said. My stalling act had fallen through.

          She stopped walking and whipped around to face me. She studied my face, as if she was detecting the truth through my eyes.

          "... You stayed up all night, didn't you." She said, more as a stated fact than a question. 

          ...

          "... No." I said, trying one last time.

          "Yes." She responded.