You ended up staying at Michael's that night, but you forgot to text your aunt about it.
The sound of frantic notifications invaded your sleep, and you opened your eyes with a huff.
You turned over on the bean bag to answer the phone.
'Sorry, I slept over at Michael's. I forgot to tell you.'
You tossed your phone down.
It was about 11:00am.
Michael was sleeping in his room, above you.
After some deep contemplation and mental preparation, you made your way up the ladder and-
...
Why isn't the door opening?
You tried pushing it open again.
No bueno.
You groaned.
You could lift it barely; just enough to see the closed latch.
Your hand couldn't fit through to unlock it, though.
It seemed a direct solution was out of reach for now.
You unlocked your phone and tried calling Michael, who was asleep only feet away from the basement entrance.
You didn't hear a phone go off, until some familiar 8-bit ringtone went off...
...behind you.
He must've left his phone down here.
You tried banging on the door.
His soft snores still rang through your ears, until they stopped after your voice interrupted.
"Michael!" You shouted.
You heard a loud thud, and some groans.
It seemed that he literally 'rolled out of bed'.
"Michaaaeeeeeel...." You whine from the ladder.
You heard footsteps. Then, the door opened to Michael.
He outstretched his hand to help you up.
It seemed that Michael was the solution.
Wait, what?
Of course he is.
He was the closest person anyways.
This totally isn't some weird foreshadowing thing.What?
You felt like your thoughts were being transcribed and viewed for entertainment.
You shook your head and cleared your mind. That was weird.
You took Michael's hand and left the basement.
"Sorry..." He muttered in embarrassment.
His current attire consisted of a T-shirt and boxers.
He rubbed his tired eyes and sighed.
"I'm sorry for waking you." You said.
"It's cool." He shrugged, walking to his dresser to grab his glasses.
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||Priority|| (Michael Mell x Reader) [Be More Chill]
أدب الهواة"That one? Really?" The squip asked, shocked. "Yes." You replied. "So you got me to get him? Of all the other hot people in the school, you pick the one at the bottom, Micheal Mell." The squip scoffed. Micheal Mell. He was the only guy you wanted. ...