Oblivious~SlazoxReader

Ride Home

I tapped my foot along to beat of the song I was playing through one of my earbuds while waiting for Alyssa to come and pick me up. "Yeah, I know." I heard someone mumbling loudly on the phone behind me. "How am I going to get home?"

"Someones having mommy troubles." I snickered a bit and turned around to see who was talking on their phone so loudly. His fringe covered his face a bit but it only took me a couple seconds to realize it was Michael.

"Oh shit, is he okay? I don't think I can actually go over there and talk to him without saying something dumb and getting myself caught." "Yeah, I'll figure it out." I turned around trying to pretend I didn't hear anything. "How is he going to get home?"

Guilt started building up in my body and I turned around again. He was standing there with a worried expression keeping his eyes glued to the screen. "Should I help him?" I nervously scuddled over to him.

"Hey Michael, do you need a ride home?" His head shot up and he jumped back a bit."Did you hear all of that?" He sighed rubbing the back of his neck anxiously. "Loud and clear. Do you need me to take you home?"

He looked at the ground. "You don't have to worry about me, I'll be fine." He looked back up at me giving me an obviously fake smile. "He's had a rough first day, mostly due to my antics." "No, don't worry about it. C'mon I'm talking you home." "B-but Y/N!"

He stuttered a bit over his words obviously embarrassed. "No buts! Unless you want your weave snatched you're letting me drive you home." "You don't have to-" "What did I just say?"

I pulled him by his collar to come over and sit on the curb with me. "You're choking me!" "You'll survive!" I stood on the side of the street holding his collar. "You can let go now, I'm not going anywhere." "So, you're gonna let me drive you home?" He nodded his head.

"Good. See that was easy." I let go of his collar and sat back down on the curb putting the earbuds back in, yet again tapping my foot to the beat. I looked to my left to see Michael tapping his foot to a beat I could easily recognize.

Not
Too
Late
My
Friend

I caught myself beating the same beat he was. I stopped myself and looked down at my phone. "Hey Michael, do you like music?" He looked down at me meeting my gaze. "Yeah, who doesn't?" He smiled at me. "Do you wanna split?" He knitted his eyebrows showing a questionable look on his face. "The earbuds?"

"Yeah, that's why there's two." He laughed and sat down. "I mean, it's really because you have two ears but you believe what you want." I punched his arm hard. "What was that for?!" "Respect your elders." He smirked and looked away.

"Whatever." I passed him the other earbud. "Alright, I got to be careful about how I play my cards here." I twiddle my thumbs thinking deeply about what to do. "Well, are you gonna play something or what?" I nodded looking back down at my phone, scrolling through my playlist.

"Not too late..." I looked at him through the corner of my eye to see him patiently waiting. "Whats the harm?" I gently tapped the song on my screen and the easy beat began to play. My stomach churned as memories of me binging all his videos skimmed through my mind.

"This lemon boy beside me...was fucking Slazo." I looked at him as he seemed surprisingly calm. "Right next to me." He seemed to notice my stare and he looked back at me smiling. I stopped breathing and my heart pounded, I just couldn't get myself to stop looking.

"Ugh! What am I doing?!" I quickly turned my head, I could still feel him looking at me. "What the hell just happened?" The sound of a loud engine coming down the road snapped me out of my thoughts.

I turned to the direction of the noise waiting for Alyssa to pull up, or what I assumed was Alyssa. She zoomed down the road going like 100 miles per hour. "Holy shit!" Michael grabbed my wrist pulling me away from the curb. "Fuck me in the ass with a toothbrush!"

Alyssa screeched to a stop right in front of us. I ran up to the car. "What the hell Alyssa!" "I'm sorry I didn't want to get here too late!" "You're going to get your license taken away again!" "I'm sorry okay!" Michael walked up behind me tapping me on the shoulder.

"Are we going or is your sister going to try and kill us again?" Alyssa gasped dramatically "Hey, I'm a good driver! Who's are you?! You disrespectful piece of-" I coughed loudly and stared down Alyssa

"Alyssa, this is Michael. We're friends, so try to be nice." Her Grim Reaper look changed into a shit eating smile. "Oh, a friend! What can I do you for?" She smiled widely, obviously happy I made a friend, especially a male one. "We're giving him a ride home."

"Anything for my baby sisters friend!" "Do you wanna die?" She pouted "Why are you so mean?" I shook my head in disapproval. "Alright lemon boy, go throw your stuff in the trunk." He nodded and walked to the back of the car.

I immediately jumped into the front seat. "Alyssa, when he gets in you might notice something. Do not say anything until we get home, then we'll talk." She didn't even have to ask.

She knew when I was serious, which I rarely ever was, I was SERIOUS. I hopped out of the front seat and went to see Michael trying to fit his shit into the trunk. "Umm, this doesn't fit." "It's all good, just go take a seat in the back, I'll take care of it."

He passed me his stuff and walked back to the doors of the car. I opened up his backpack to find out what was taking up so much space. "The hell is this?" I pulled out a big ass folder. "I shouldn't mess with his stuff." I eyed the clean white folder wanting so badly just to take a peek inside.

"I'll just keep it for now and give it back to him when we get to his house." I shoved the rest of his stuff into the trunk and closed it. I walked up to the back seat door and opened it throwing the white folder onto the seat. "Hey, that's my-" "I had to take it out, It was taking a lot of space, whatever it is."

He quickly snatched up the folder and held it tightly. "Whats in that fucking folder?" I shrugged it off and hopped into the seat next to him. Alyssa coughed a bit obviously a little lost for words. "Where do you live?" (Wherever the hell our overlord daddy Slazo lives) "Alright let's go."

A/N
Hey, lemon boy lovers. I know it a little late but it's super spicy and pretty long so you're welcome. Also hoping you guys have been liking this shit. If you don't that's cool because I enjoy writing fanfic for our overlord daddy Slazo. Ps, Go check out Not Too Late by Lemaitre on Spotify its fucking good. P.s.s art on top was done by p_typ3 on Instagram.
I know it doesn't relate to the story but the art is really good.