I'm sorry || Michael Mell x reader

An overdue explanation

"Sit." You dropped your bean bag and landed on it. Michael and Jeremy sat in the bean bags across from you. "So, what do you boys wanna know?"

~flashbacksssss~

(Y/n)(L/n), aged 3:

A young child ran to their mother's arms. A large medal sat on their small chest. They had just won a co-ed pageant.

"Look mommy! I did it!" (Y/n) smiled widely.

"I'm so proud of you!" Mrs. (L/n) held (Y/n) close to her. "Daddy's waiting  for us at that restaurant you really like. The one with the coloring." 

"Weally?" (Y/n)'s eyes widened.

"Yeah!"

"Do you pwomise?"

"I promise sweetie."

(Y/n)(L/n), aged 5:

A kindergartener walked up to their parents, a second place ribbon sat meekly in their hand. A small sniffle could be heard. 

"What's wrong honey?" Mr. (L/n) got down on one knee. 

"I-I didn't w-win." (Y/n) was crying.

"Oh it's okay. You'll be able to beat them next time."

"Really?"

"Really."

(Y/n)(L/n), aged 7: 

A third grader in a Star Wars shirt walked peacefully onto the stage. Not a thing could stop young (Y/n) from performing tonight. 

"~come, as you were, as I waaaant you to beee, as a friend, as a trend, as a known enemyyyyyuh~" 

A few minutes later, their name was called. 

"And the winner is... (Y/n)(L/n)!" The judge smiled as (Y/n) ran forward. A ribbon was pinned to their shirt and a medal fell around their neck. They could see the proud faces of their parents in the crowd.

(Y/n)(L/n), aged 10:

"And down goes (L/n)! I think they've got a twisted ankle, that's to bad. Our best player!" The commentator called as (Y/n) tripped over another person's lacrosse stick. Apology after apology graced their ears.

"It's fine! I'm fine! Really! I can still play!" (Y/n) tried to stand, only to hiss in pain and sit down again. "Or maybe not." Because of their injury, (Y/n)'s team took a brutal beating. 

"It's alright, it wasn't your fault." One of their team mates patted (Y/n) on the back. 

(Y/n)(L/n), aged 12: 

A whistle blew and (Y/n) was off. Their body glided through the water like no one was watching. In an instant, (Y/n) climbed out of the water and a whistle blew again.

Twenty minutes later, (Y/n) was on the field playing lacrosse, giving their team the biggest victory since they started. And that's when it all went down hill.

Twelve year old (Y/n) was out celebrating with their team when a devilish idea popped into a teammate's head.

"Hey, why don't we go smoke up?" The teammate pulled a bag out of his duffle. Everyone but (Y/n) seemed excited. A small gulp fell down their throat.

"Guys, maybe we shouldn't." (Y/n) whimpered.

"Oh come on, what are you afraid of? Here, you so us the game, you get the first hit." A blunt was sat in their hand. Another gulp. (Y/n) slowly lifted the blunt to their lips, allowing their teammates to light it. They took a long drag and pulled the blunt from their lips, coughing as smoke flowed from their open mouth. But, they didn't hate it. Their body felt weightless, and they loved it.