BMC Michael One Shots (Female Reader)

Buzzed

There was another party that Michael went to, after the whole Squip incident. For once, he felt really...accepted at the party.

Still, no one cared much for the smell of weed, so he was in the backyard of the house that the party was at. Back there, all alone, he was just smoking, but, this time, he had chosen to be alone.

At least, he had been alone, until a familiar face stepped out the backdoor, smiling when he locked eyes with her.

"Why're you out here?" Michael asked, absent-mindedly offering her the little joint pinched between his fingers.

The girl shook her head. "I don't smoke," she admitted, still smiling kindly. "I just thought you wouldn't mind the company, that's all. I'll go back in, if you want me to leave."

Michael placed a hand on her shoulder, finishing the joint in a single breath. "No, you can stay. I'll wait a while for the next one."

The girl smiled that goofy grin of hers, but something was odd about it. Michael squinted for a moment, then rolled his eyes.

"You're drunk," he noticed, sighing. "You said you'd never touch another drop after how embarrassed you got last time."

She blusbed a little, not meeting Michael's eyes. "Well, everyone else was drinking it, so, I thought, if everyone's drunk, they won't mind me being drunk."

Michael chuckled at her logic. "Yeah, whatever you say. Are you gonna remember this conversation tomorrow?"

"I hope so," she admitted, and that was not what Michael expected. Especially not in the tone that she used.

"What does that mean?"

She sort of just shrugged, thinking for a minute. "I love hanging out with you," she told him, suddenly kind of serious. "I enjoy every second that I'm around you. If I were to forget all of this, even if I don't know why, I think I'll but upset tomorrow. Somewhere in my mind, I'll know that I talked to you, but I want to remember everything that we said."

"And what makes me so interesting to you?" Michael questioned further.

She faltered. Even in her drunken state, she knew what she was about to do was a little crazy. "Well, you're my best friend," she began, "but I'm in love with you."

At first, Michael couldn't process the statement. The words sort of jumbled in his brain. After a moment, the letters fell into place, and it all clicked.

"I know you're gonna try and debate this with me," she said, cutting Michael off the instant he opened his mouth to speak. "There's no arguing on this topic; I'm fucking in love with you."

Michael wanted to respond, to say he felt the same, but he couldn't seem to make his vocal chords function. Instead, he could only listen while the girl explained herself.

"God damn, you smell like weed all the time. On anyone else, I'd vomit, but I can't get enough of it around you. And your whole nerd mentality, how you freak out over the most insane things, it's just so cute. And the way that you're always so kind to me. I don't think you've ever been rude to me once."

Finally, Michael managed to do something; He placed his arms on the girl's shoulders and brought himself down to give her a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. Much to his delight, she didn't mind the weed in his breath, and she was almost eager and hungry in her demeanor.

Of course, they could only continue so long before they had to breathe. Still, the need for air didn't seem to stop either of them. Michael came back instantly, but his lips started travelling down her neck, and she shuddered.