does obliviousness run in your blood as smoothly as your skin?
COMPLETED 2017
( mileven au. )
(THIS WAS ONE OF MY FIRST FANFICS SO ITS VERY POORLY WRITTEN!)
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CHAPTER TWELVE→ DON'T YOU FORGET ABOUT ME.
Jane slowly flutters her eyes open. Where am I? It smells like a mixture of mud and grass, combined with ghostbuster posters plastered along the walls, and stacks of science books on an all to familiar chipped wooden desk. Mikes room.
Jane didn't remember heaving Mike home, as he finally gained consciousness, and having to secretly aid his bruised and cut face without anyone in his house noticing. Thats when she realised his parents are as oblivious as he is.
It takes a few moments to realise the heavy weight on her stomach isn't just her anxiety arising of the fact she didn't go home, but that its Mike. His face is pushed into her shirt, and his arms hug her torso, as he lays atop her, and their legs tangle together. He's even a dork when he sleeps.
She slowly tries to wriggle out of his tight grasp, grabbing his arms, and shoving them off her. He groans while turning on his cheek, his ear pressed to her chest as he listens to her increased heart rate. Jane's face burns a deep red, but she tries to compress her feelings- just for a moment- as she desperately tries to escape his tight grip that suffocates her.
"Mike!" She hisses, hitting his cheek lightly. Nothing. She slaps the back of his head, but only earns a muffled grunt. She reluctantly decided there is only one other way.
She knees him right in-between the legs, and barely a second later, his face springs up with a yelp of pain. He clutches his inner thighs, rolling off the bed and onto the floorboards with a loud and jolting thump!
"What the fuck!" He shrieks, holding his head that had hit the floor, and still grabbing his private parts with the other hand. Jane notices the room is dark, with a brief light of the street lights outside being the only light source. It's still night? How long where we sleeping?
"Its like one o'clock in the morning" Mike sighs, crawling back onto his single bed, in which Jane takes up all the room on. He claws his hands on the sheets, pulling himself up, and squinting through the hair that falls in his face.
"I have to go home" Jane sighs, quickly jumping out of the sheets, and noticing what she is wearing. Only her grey sweater, and undergarments. Nothing else. Where the hell are my pants?!
"Oh..." Mike mumbles, watching as Jane slightly crouches over, peering beneath his bed in search for her backpack, in which held all of her clothes. She quickly grabs it, and drags it out from beneath the bed.
Jane doesn't even bother to tell Mike to look away at this point, as she simply needs to to get dressed, and go home. Her legs slip in the soft whitewashed jean shorts, as she wriggles her bottom into them.
