Oneshots {DEH - BMC - Heathers - Hamilton}

Walk Wrong {Expensive Headphones}

A/N Inspo from "Walk Wrong" by Sam Salmond, sang by George Salzar. Go check it out on youtube!

(Michael's POV)

My first day in New York. The city of love, at least what I've heard.

"People fall in love right on the street," Jeremy's voice rang in my head. "Some stranger will meet you and tell you you're beautiful, you'll make them complete."

Jeremy dropped me off at the airport, telling me everything he'd learned about New York from songs and movies. Of course I believed him.

There were practically stars in my eyes as I walked through the airport. I decided against a cab since my hotel was near. I walked on the street, bopping my head to some Bob Marley.

 Then some short, handsome guy comes my way. He had a streak of red hair, one ear pierced, and he was practically ripped. He taps me on the shoulder and says, "Hey! I saw you and I had to say, you walk wrong."

I was in a daze at first but quickly snapped out of it. "What?"

"You walk wrong. You should get corrective shoes, you could get a spinal bruise," he shrugged then kept walking.

I furrowed my eyebrows and paused my music, walking to my hotel in silence. Sure enough, when I get up to my room and check my shoes, the souls are all messed up inside.

I shrug it off and for the next few days I try to push the thought away. I'm the only one who notices, right?

-

I was taking a walk through central park and I just couldn't stop thinking about how I walk wrong. "Thank you man for pointing out my flaws, thought I was normal but you said I never was.." I muttered and kicked some rocks. "No one's gonna love a dude looking like he just got screwed.."

"What was that?" the same cute guy who pointed out my walking asked. I flinched and started blushing.

"None of your business. Who are you anyway?" I say, I didn't really talk to him but at the same time this could be my movie-moment, as Jeremy called them.

"Rich, the flaw-pointer-outer," he chuckled and put his hand out.

I shook it and laughed cheekily. "Michael. Nice to meet you. For a second time, that is."

"Why thank you," he smiled. He was definitely very cute. He finally paused his music and pulled out his other earbud (only one was in before).

"On a run, I assume?" I asked, noticing his short workout shorts, tight shirt, and sweat. Jesus help me.

"Yeah. You?" he raised an eyebrow.

"Just thinking, I guess. Artists in New York have nothing else to do," I shrugged and put my hands in my pockets.

"Ah," he nodded and put an earbud back in. "Well, I'd better get going again."

"Wait!" I winced at how urgent that seemed, but he just smiled. "I have a gig this Friday at the bar on twenty-third and fifth."

"Well then, keep your eye out for me," Rich winked and started to jog away.

I smiled and also started jogging, back to my hotel. I had the perfect idea for a new song.

-

 I shake my hands and brush my hair back one last time, then walk on stage and smile, waving a little. I try to look through the lights to se if the handsome stranger, Rich, had shown. I couldn't tell, though.

"Hey guys! Before I start, I'd just like to say a little about myself. I flew into New York a few days ago from New Jersey," a few people in the small crowd cheered and I laughed a little. "Yep! So I've got a few covers lined up but I waned to give you something new. I wrote it two nights ago, about this handsome stranger I met. Well, he started the idea, but it's got more to it. Hope you enjoy and thank you for coming!"

I sang the original as my opening, titled "Walk Wrong". I had a few more songs, "Broadway, Here I Come", "I Wanna Dance With Somebody", "Missing You", and others of course.

Once I walked off stage, I grabbed a drink from the bar and Rich came up behind me. "Handsome stranger?"

I blushed again and shook my head, "It's true."

He took my hand and pulled my to a booth that already had a drink at it, I assumed it was his. "So, I'm your inspiration? Does that mean I get a portion of the profits when you're famous and that song is making you millions?" he teased and I giggled.

"That all depends," I smirk and raise an eyebrow. "But really, thanks for pointing out that I walked wrong."

"Why?"

"Well, every hipster artist in this town is the same. And- and we all try to march to a different beat, but we all just march the same. And then I though about how I walk wrong. I don't walk to the same beat. Literally. I was never like every other dreamer out there, 'cause at least I walk wrong."

Rich smiled softly and scooted a little closer to me, squeezing my hand--which he hadn't let go of since he took it. "At least you walk wrong," he mumbled in agreement, then leaned forward and kissed me.

Movie-perfect after all.