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

||Chapter Twelve||

You looked back to Michael.

He was chatting with Jeremy, with lots of enthusiastic hand gestures. What a dork.

You looked back to the book.

And you open to a page.

You read a couple pages, and it seemed that this particular book had you hooked.

The information piqued your interest just enough to keep you reading.

And you did.

You kept reading, even when Michael was bugging you that he wanted to go home.

The librarian had to come kindly ask you to get out, since they were closing.

"You can just check the book out, dear." She said with a smile.

"Maybe I will." You grinned back.

Michael waited the whole time.

It occurred to you that you didn't have a library card, but Michael used his before you even said anything.

"I didn't know you read, Michael!" You snicker.

"Not very often, but sometimes I'll check out some video game manuals or Sci-Fi novels. I always forget to take them back." He sighed.
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As you two walked back to the apartments, you heard a small whisper of a flap.

You looked over, and a butterfly hit you head-on and landed on your nose.

Michael broke into laughter as you sneezed it off.

The butterfly was really pretty. A brilliant shade of red reflected off its wings.

After he was done laughing, Michael scratched the back of his head. "I didn't think we had those types of butterflies here."

You both shrugged and parted ways for the day.
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You sat in your room reading for a long while.

That is, until, you finished the book.

You didn't think you could read that fast.

You looked at your phone for the time.

4:00 AM.

Dang.

You wondered if Michael was still up.

You also wished you could just ask your Squip.

Where did it all go wrong?
Why did everything rewind?
What's the point?

You grumbled quietly and tossed the book down.

You walked out of your house and pressed your ear to the ground.

You heard very faint sound of a TV.

You guessed he was still up.

You jumped up and down on the floor, trying to cause a ruckus for him to notice.

You heard some incoherent muttering that sounded pretty angry.

And then some stomping that slowly faded away, and then grew louder before the door swung open to reveal a very aggravated Michael.

His expression softened when he saw that it was you.

"Oh. Uh, what're you doing?" He blinked.

"I guess this does seem irrational." You sighed. "But I have nothing to do."

"It's 4 in the morning."
"Yes."
"You should be sleeping...?"
"You should be, too!"
"I have a valid excuse! I can only smoke around now, since my mom's sleeping."
"I'm going to ignore that you said that. I need to talk about the book."