🍁 6 🍁 (Thriller Era)

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Y/NN - Your Nickname

Y/MN - Your Mom's Name

Y/LN - Your Last Name

"Ding dong! Your bell rang. Finally, Michael's here! You ran down the halls and almost tripped due to your socks. You opened the door.

"Hi darling!" Michael said with a smile.

"Hi love! Happy Thanksgiving!" You pecked his lips. You were wearing a old t-shirt with shorts, no makeup and your hair was in pin curls/a messy bun. (depends on your hair type. I would be messy bun since my hair is naturally curly. same thing for later in the book.)

"Happy Thanksgiving! How are you?"

"Good, you?"

"Good."

"That's good. Come in!" Michael stepped inside. You turned on the TV, the Macy's 92th Annual Thanksgiving Parade was on. 

"What time are we supposed to go to your mom's house again?"

"We need to leave by four so we can be there at five. Oh shoot!" You exclaimed.

"What happened, Y/N?"

"I forgot to put the pumpkin pie in the oven."

"Want me to help?"

"No, i'm fine. All I have to do is pour the pumpkin puree in the pie crust and put it in the oven. Thanks for asking though. "

"No problem." He kissed your forehead, then sat on the couch to watch the parade. You walked into the kitchen and got the pie crust out the fridge. You put it on the counter, then got the pumpkin puree and put it in the pie crust. You put the pie in the oven.

"Michael, I'm going to shower. If the pie comes out before I'm done can you get it please?" You said, climbing the stairs.

"Sure."

You walked back downstairs

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You walked back downstairs. You were wearing a cream cardigan with a maroon blouse and dark jeans. You also had on a black infinity scarf and light brown boots. You had on sparkly dark red eyeshadow and red lipstick, your hair was flat ironed/wavy. "I'm ready!" You walked down the stairs.

"You look beautiful." Michael smiled at you.

"Thank you." You smiled. "Ready to go?"

"Yeah, i'll get the pie first though." Michael went in the kitchen and came back with the pie. You both walked out the house, and you locked the door. You both got in the car and drove to your mom's house.

 You both got in the car and drove to your mom's house

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