Understanding You

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Unsurprisingly, Michael and I had ended up at the police station for questioning. To the cops inconvenience, one of the guys got away and the other one well...you know. "Can you tell us what he looked like?" He looked at me and Michael expectantly. "He had short blonde hair and dark brown eyes."

I still hadn't processed what was going on so my body was slow to pick up the sudden warmth in my hand. I gazed down at my hand. "Michaels holding my hand..." I took my gaze away from my hand and turned it to Michael. "He seems pretty shaken. I probably shouldn't pull away...not that I even want to."

I smiled and squeezed his hand a bit. "He was pretty tall, maybe 72 inches?" The cop, whose name was Oliver, gave me a look of pity as he wrote down everything I said. "Can you tell me more about the attack?" I felt Michael tense up a bit, sitting perfectly straight at this point.

"We were just sitting there...and then I heard screams. One of the men pointed a gun at my head and..." I looked at Michael hoping for him to speak up. "Its okay, you can talk to us when you're ready." Oliver stood up and nodded before walking off. "Hey Y/N?" I turned to Michael. "Wat up?"

He looked shamefully down at his hand. "Before the robbery, I was trying to tell you something." He squeezed my hand tighter. "Dammit, does he know? Maybe if I say it before he says it he won't think I'm a stalker." "Can I tell you something first?" He seemed a bit shocked but quickly nodded. I took in a deep breath.

"Iknowthatyourunayoutubechannel
calledslazobecauseIwatchyouallthe
timeandimsorryIswearimnota
stalker."

I let go of his hand afraid he might do it first. "You..." He seemed speechless. "Are you mad?" He grabbed the sides of my head with both of his hands. "Not at all." He smiled from ear to ear. I was debating if I should hug him or ask myself why I thought that would be such a big deal.

Before I even thought about it much he already had been tightly wrapped in his arms. "I really thought you would be mad." He let go of me and looked down at me. "Why would I be mad?" He smirked and placed his hands on my shoulders. "I thought you'd think I stalked you or something."

I laughed at myself. "Coincidences exist you know?" I punched his arm. "Im glad I met you lemon boy." Michael slid his hands off my shoulders down to my hands. "Me too fish girl."

A/N
Hey lemon boy lovers! This ones pretty spicy, sorry if you're pissed that he didn't think you were a stalker. P.s Any ideas on what Michael was trying to tell you?P.s.s art on top was done by p_typ3 on Instagram.

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