I'm sorry || Michael Mell x reader

Welcome to your Squip

Okay so I need to say this: I'm gonna start calling you Squip Zac, just, you'll see. It's easier than writing "The Squip"~moose

Oh, the mall. Oh the sweet sweet smell of parental regret and teenage decision making. Let's just say, you loved watching the pissed off paretns corral their little kids from the play area, and the teenagers angstily yelling at their parents cause they "Don't wanna go to old navy I wanna go to Hot Topic and GameStop!" You walked in between Michael and Jeremy, laughing again. A Rita's cup sat in all of your hands. You threw yours at the trash can and sighed when you missed. 

"Whatever." You turned your direction to the store Jeremy was leading you to. "Ladies Footlocker?"

"Whoa." Michael whispered under his breath. You looked at him confused, but shook the confusion.

"This is where Rich told me to meet the guy. Come on." Jeremy lead you to the back of the store. Michael pulled his hood up, you pulled your new beanie on and hid your hair. Jeremy pressed against the wall, you and Michael doing the same thing. You could feel Jeremy hold his hand out for your money, which you awkwardly handed over. You turned you attention back to Michael.

"Are you sure you don't want one? I can come back with more money." You whispered up to the boy. He smiled at you, your stomach was fluttering. 

"I'll be fine. Just don't forget about me once you're cool." Michael nudged you.

"I promise. I don't think anyone could forget about the adorable Michael Mell." You smiled and blushed a little as Michael laughed. 

"You're sweet (Y/n)." 

"Guys." Jeremy turned to you, grabbing your hand and sitting both two hundred dollars and a gray pill. Your eyes twinkled at it. "It was only four hundred for one, there were only two left. I'm sorry." Jeremy looked at Michael sadly.

"Like I said! You two owe me once you're cool!" Michael smiled.

"I wonder if I could down this dry." You held the pill up to your eye.

"It wouldn't do anything without Mountain Dew." Jeremy sighed. "Now we go get the Mountain Dew." 

A few minutes later, you were set at a table in the food court, Michael and Jeremy next to you. The gray pills were sat on the table in front of their respective soon to be user. You had picked it up and opened the Mountain Dew about five times already, sitting them both down again. 

"You know what, I'm not doing it. Oh god yes I am." You groaned and hit your head against the table. "Okay, you know what I'm doing it right now don't let me stop." You lifted your head, grabbed the pill and sat it on your tongue. No turning back now. You flicked the cap off of the Mountain Dew bottle and chugged, eager to get this over with.

"How did it taste?" Jeremy's eyes widened.

"Minty." You laughed. "Well go on. I'm not doing this alone." You nudged Jeremy's arm. He took a deep breath and took his as well.

"How do you feel?" Michael looked at you. 

"The same."

"Try saying something cool!" Michael smiled. 

"I think I just wasted my bar mitzvah money on a wintergreen tic-tac." Jeremy sighed.

"I just wasted my savings on the same thing." You groaned and hit your head on the table. 

"Yeah not cool." Michael crossed his arms. "Hey! Maybe it just needs to activate! I'll give you guys a few minutes." Michael stood up quickly.

"Where are you going?" You cocked an eyebrow.