Oblivious~SlazoxReader

Out With It Already

"Thank you Mr.Television for the next song recommendation! Now playing 'Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)' by 'Eurythmics'! Don't forget to recommend your song at SysmexSounds.com!"

Michael had fiddled with the radio a bit before giving up and landing on SysmexSounds, a somewhat distinguished radio station in Sydney.

"Sweet dreams are made of this,"

I was slow to admit it, but I was fond of 80's music. It was very comforting to listen to on late night rides. I closed my eyes letting myself get caught up in the music. "Where we going?" I turned towards him, eyes still closed. "He loves McDonald's right? He seems to edit there often."

"McDonald's?" I said, opening my eyes. He chuckled, "McDonald's?" I turned my head back, looking outside the window. "Yeah..." He sighed, "Whatever pleases M'lady." I could just picture him tipping his fedora.

~Time Skip cause I'm cheap.~

Of course Mcdonald's being a chain, we were inside one within 4 minutes. I walked in and could feel eyes locked on me already. "They probably think Michaels my pimp." I looked up at Michael who seemed to have picked up on the stares.

He wrapped his arm around my shoulder pulling me in, securing a safe place for me. "What do you want Y/N?" He pointed at the menu. "I'll have chicken nuggets!" "That's right, I eat chicken nuggets. Doesn't make me any less badass." "Alright, go get us a table. I'll be there as soon as I can." I could hear worry in his voice.

This place was a bit ghetto but it's Mcdonald's, what could happen?
I walked around trying to find a table and getting to observe a bit about the place. "Families...so happy and normal. The perfect picture of the American dream. Parents and their children eating a fucking big mac getting them good diabetes."

I finally found a seat in the back next to another table seating 2 men in there early 20's. I could tell immediately that they were very uncomfortable with me sitting so close to them. "Weebs? Pervs? Ronald Mcdonald fanboys?" I tensed up, having this feeling I shouldn't be there.

I sat looking straight ahead at the empty booth in front of me. "What the fuck is taking so long?!" I was ready to pound my fists in anger. "Y/N?" I jumped and turned quickly. "Michael! You scared the shit out of me!" I stood up walking over to him and punching his arm. "Jesus Y/N, don't abuse the chicken nuggets!"

I snatched the nuggets away from him. "Don't do that ever again Michael! You hear me? Never!" We both went to sit down, Michael across from me. He brought his McCafe to his lips taking short sips. "So, what do you want to talk about?" He put his McCafe on the table. "I've just been really confused." He scooted up in his booth, putting his elbows on the table.

"Ask me anything." I nodded my head and prepared myself getting into interrogation position. "Did we know each other as kids?" There was a short pause.

"Yes, we were best friends. I moved away when you were only 7... you were so naive." "So, its been ten years...why can't I remember him then?" "Why can't I remember you? I just try to probe as far as I can into my brain but I'm drawing a blank." He sighed.

"I don't know...I wish you could. If you could remember that, what else would you remember? You would remember all the things you have suppressed but you would also remember all the things you've loved. Can you do that?" I was lost in his eyes that showed so many emotions. "I-I......." He looked me deep in the eyes cutting me off.
"Y/N...I lov-"

"Everybody put your hands in the air!"I heard screaming and turned my head around. "Dammit, I knew those two Ronald McDonald fanboys were trouble!" One of the men spun around towards me and Michael. "Y-you! Get on the fucking ground!" He pointed the gun at my head with trembling hands.

"Did you hear me?!" He grabbed my arm as I struggled away from his grip. "Let me go you fuck nugget!" Michael stood up. "Y/N!" The man pointed the gun at my head. "Don't you dare take another fucking step or this bitch dies!" His grip tightened and he started to pull me away.

"Michael, don't you dare fucking move! They'll fucking kill you!" I could see a smile appear on his face. "That's a risk I'm willing to take." The man turns the gun towards Michael. "Don't shoot! Please don't shoot!" At that moment I wanted to cry...I wanted to sob.

I stood there, Michael in front of me, the man only feet away with a gun to Michaels' head. "Now...now isn't the time to sob...its time to be a bad bitch." "Kale! I have the money, I got it!" He loosened his grip a bit. "What do we do with the hostages?" The other man jumped over the counter heading for the door.

"Whatever needs to be done..." With that, the man exited. "Alright, we're gonna fucking die. I have to do something. Bite him? Dick punch?" I looked around and saw a metal tray with two kids meals on it. The man pushed me away from him and next to the tray. "Which one of you dies?"

He said moving the gun between me and Michaels head. "Will it be you?" He pointed the gun at Michael. "Or you?" He said pointing the gun at me. "There's one fatal mistake you have made Mr.Fucknugget." He looked at Michael, pointing the gun at him. "You can't kill me, I'm a bad bitch!"

I quickly grabbed the tray smashing it into his head. He fell over hitting his head against a table on the way down. I reached for the gun and held it protectively against my chest.
"Y/N..." Michael looked at the body and then at me. "You saved me..." He ran over and hugged me. I could feel that he regretted not being able to protect me, but we made it out alive and that's all that matters...right?

A/N Hey lemon boy lovers! Yes, this chapter long as shit, applaud bois. P.s I hope you liked it, as always. P.s.s art on top was done by p_typ3 on Instagram.