DEH & BMC x Reader

Ugh...Parties. (Michael Mell x Reader)

You stand in the corner of the living room watching all of the drunk high schoolers dance with each other and eventually sloppily make out with each other. Why did I come here? You ask yourself, sipping beer out of your cup slowly.

You sigh heavily and begin walking around the large house aimlessly. Finally, you come upon a long, empty, hallway. You adjust your black hoodie and begin walking down the hall slowly.

You push open a door at the end of the hall only to find someone already in the bathroom. He looks at you in shock, you look at him with a matching expression.

"Who the hell are you?!" He yells at you, using his palms to wipe tears off of his tan cheeks.

"Oh. Uh...I'm...uh," you pause, unable to think, "sorry." The boy has taken his eyes off of you and is now sitting on the edge of the bathtub, nervously looking at the ground.

He quickly looks up at you, "Answer my question. Who. Are. You?"

"Oh. My name is, uh, Y/N." The boy smiles, causing you to be highly confused.

"Hi, Y/N. I'm Michael. Michael Mell." He reaches his hand out toward you.

You grab his hand and shake it, noticing that it is still wet with tears. He smiles wide, "Come on, Y/N, lets get out of here." He doesn't let go of your hand, but instead drags you out of the bathroom, laughing hysterically.

You begin laughing as well, unsure of why you are laughing, you just feel like you should laugh. Michael drags you through the house and out the front door. You both run down the street, hands stuck to each other, laughing until tears form in your eyes as drunk girls scream and sing, doing sloppy handstands in the front yard.

You finally stop running five houses down, far enough to not be able to hear the loud music or drunk yells and laughs. You look up at Michael in the dark.

He smiles down at you, "That was fun." He says through heavy breaths and giggles.

You return his smile, "Yeah." You manage to barely whisper.

Suddenly you find yourself looking into his dark eyes. "We should hang out more often." You finally say.

His smile fades. Did you say something wrong? "I..." He doesn't say anything else, so you both sit in silence.

He takes a deep breath in then grabs your face. He then kisses you softly on the lips. Michael pulls away after a few seconds then smiles at you again.

"Yeah, Y/N. We should definitely hang out more often."

A/N why the hell have I literally spent all day laying on the living room floor watching SpongeBob SquarePants and laughing hysterically at every little thing that happened?

Okay...but "Scuber" instead of Uber is funny I don't care what you say.

K Bye Bye Now