all too well. (✔️)

∘SEVEN

CHAPTER SEVEN → COME ON MIKEY

Jane stands in Mike's doorway to his bedroom, as he begins pacing, up and down, up and down. He stops, twisting on his heel, and looking at the girl.

"The boys are coming over at five o'clock, so we have the free house to ourselves for precisely an hour" He informs her, and she nods, looking around his room. It isn't what she was expecting, its clean, and only a few ghostbusters posters on the wall, which she knows would be from last summer, and a shelf full of what she can make out to be astrology books.

"Well, I still need to practise for the snowball" Jane gushes, grabbing his hand, and raising it above her head, twirling herself around.

"Am i still your dorky dance partner?" He proclaims, reaching out to grab at her waist, and pull her close.

"If that's what you want to be called, then sure." She smirks, wrapping her arms around his neck.

After Mike had put on 'Come on Eileen' due to Jane's request, the giddy teens dance until their feet ache and their baby hairs stick to their foreheads. Mike keeps stepping on Jane's feet goofily, just to annoy her, but it only makes her enjoy it even more.

"Come on Mikey!" Jane yells to the tune of the song, as she dances by herself, spinning around and waving her arms freely, and Mike laughs, clutching his stomach. She shimmies herself towards him, grabbing both of his hands.

"Can I know the guy your going with now?" Mike asks, extending his arm out and letting Jane spin, and then back into his arms, their noses bumping when she turns to face him once again. They share a small giggle, and Jane pushes her hair out of her face.

"Maybe."

"Maybe?"

Jane shrugs, biting her lip, and sweeping her hair out f her face once again. She lets go of his hands, and flops her back onto his plush bed, out of breath. Mike wipes his forehead with his sleeve, and eventually unzips his hoodie, and tosses it onto his desk chair.

"Have you ever had a boyfriend? like...because of you dad and all...?" Mike asks out of pure curiosity, and Jane's eyes enlarge, sitting herself upright.

"No guys have liked me in that way" She mumbles, dangling her feet on the end of his bed, and her toes lightly brushing on the floorboards.

"There might be one" Mike whispers beneath his breath as he kicks their shoes out of the doorway, and still bopping to the song.

"And who would that be?" Jane challenges, raising brow, and trying to contain herself, as she is mentally screaming. Is he saying what i think he's saying? Does he like me back?

"Mike! did you see max today?!" An all too familiar voice screeches. Lucas. Jane quickly stands up from Mike's bed, and scuttles over to turn off the music, then stand beside him.

"Jane?" Lucas asks, examining the sweaty curly headed girl, and she waves, pulling her skirt down, which has ever so slowly hiked up her thighs.

"Hi lucas" she breathes, looking at Mike for reassurance. He only stares at Lucas with a deathly glare flickering in his eyes.

"What are you doing here so early?!" He spits, and Lucas smirks, looking between the two of them, standing side by side.

"Sorry I cock blocked, but i have an emergency." Lucas insists, crossing his arms, sassily looking at Mike. Jane's eyes drift between the two boys.

"What emergency?" Mike interrogates, slowly stepping closer to Lucas.

"Max! I totally forgot to meet her at the arcade and now she's pissed and i don't think she's coming to the party meeting today!" Lucas rants, waving his arms around, and hitting his fist on the wall. Jane hitches a breath, and shuffles closer to Mike.

"Good. I never wanted her in the party anyway." Mike scoffs, waving off Lucas. Jane tugs on his shirt, looking at him with wide eyes.

"Party?"

"A democracy."

"A de-what?"

"Don't worry."

"Lucas can tell his little zoomer that if she doesn't show again for the third time in a row she's being booted out." Mike challenges, his arms tightly crossed, and shrugging off Jane who tries to calm him.

"What's gotten into you lately mike? Your being a twat to max again." Lucas asks, his face muscles relaxing, and looking sorrowfully at Mike.

"A twat? she's hanging out with Cindy Lee, she thinks she's better than us, she is a bitch to Jane-"

"Woah woah woah. Is that true?" Lucas pauses Mike in the middle of his rampage, and looks at Jane.

"I-I mean she gave me a hard time last year but t-that's all..." She stutters, nervously chewing on her cheek, and sinking into her shoulders shyly.

"Well she shouldn't have." Mike confirms, rubbing the small of Jane's back soothingly.

"I'll call the meeting off. I'm not in the mood." Mike groans, tilting him and Jane towards the corner of his room, and tightening his arm around her. Oh my god he's touching my waist oh my god oh my god.

Lucas sees himself out, storming down the staircase, and slamming the front door. Mike sits in his desk chair, holding his face in his hands in annoyance with a groan.

"Sorry Mike this is all my fault." Jane mumbles, not noticing her skirt slowly rising up her thighs again. Mike stares at her legs, not answering her, completely in a daze. It takes her a few moments to notice, so she quickly tugs it down, snapping him out of it. Oh my god oh my god oh my god.

The awkward silence the follows is enough for Jane's cheeks to burn, and her heart to begin thumping in her throat.

"I've got to go, my dads probably worried." She coughs up awkwardly, scrambling out of Mike's bedroom, and her heart beating rapidly as she races down the staircase. Great, you blew it jane! He was totally about to confess his love for you.

"Call me!" Mike pathetically yells after her, hoping she heard.

"Okay!" A faint and distant voice coos.

Mike reclines back in his seat, unknowingly blushing.

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sorry this is so short & a literal filler but next chapter is full of drama drama drama