you must love her a lot {2}

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that was the last time i saw Mike. he told me he didn't like me as much as he liked Eleven. then he just left, ran out the door. running after his original girlfriend.
i didnt get any sleep that week.

it's now currently two years later. i've gotten over him...
...for the most part.
i sat up from bed, and placed my phone that was in my hands onto my bedside table.
i made my way downstairs and opened the fridge. scanning the shelves... i found nothing.
i sighed, guess i'll have to go out and get food. so i got into my car and drove tot he nearest starbucks.
"uh.. one (f/s/d = favorite starbucks drink) and a (f/s/f = favorite starbucks food) please." i ordered.
the cashier nodded, i paid and went over to sit down.
"y/n? a f/s/d and f/s/f."
i got up and took my food from them, "thanks."
"have a nice day."
"you too."
i slipped out the door and made my way to my car.
i had my food in one hand and my phone in the other.
i wasn't looking where i was going-
"oOf!"

"oh gosh. are you alright?" a voice said, helping me up.

i took one look at them and turned around and walked the other way, like nothing happened.

how was Mike here?!!!

but suddenly, Mike grabbed my hand. "y/n??"

i gulped, "yeah...?"

"i need to talk to you."

"it's been two years, Mike. you have my number you could've texted me if you wanted to talk."

"i thought it would be better in person."

"so you flew here... all the way from hawkins?? why?"

"to tell you..."

"tell me what?"

"i'm sorry i ran off that night, two years ago."

"Mike-"

"i want you back, y/n."

i glared at him, "oh... you cant just do that!"

"do what?!"

"change your mind about girls like that!"

"el and i broke up though!"

i scoffed, "so that's supposed to convince me?! that you just hop from girl to girl?"

"no.. y/n. i broke up with her because i realized that i was wrong!"

"wrong about what?"

"saying i like el more than you."

i rolled my eyes.

"heck, y/n. i love you."

i looked up, "what?"

Mike placed his hand, softly on my cheek.

"i love you."

i smiled and he smiled back.

but that faded when i realized he was leaning in.

i shoved his hand off me and ran home.

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might do a part three? thoughts?

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