I Feel Better With You Around

10.

My gosh, that last chapter was awkward. I'll try to make up for it!

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(Y/N) stepped out of the car, and noticed only Eri following her. Yamada still sat in the car, with a worried expression on his face. (Y/N) couldn't help but feel kinda bad, but at the same time she didn't. I mean, he's been surrounded by groupies all his life. He probably just needs to work on his flirting skills. Mirio scooted around the car and immediately jogged up to (Y/N) with a worried expression. "Are you okay? He didn't hurt you did he-"

"Mirio, calm down. I'm fine. I've read a few stories about him, and he's had it rough for years." Mirio stared at her worriedly, "That still doesn't make it okay, you know..." He placed a hand on her face and cupped her cheek. "Yeah yeah, but today is supposed to be fun. We can deal with it back at the house," (Y/N) sighed and stared at the ground. Mirio's eyes softened and he let his hand slip from her cheek, "If you say so, but from now on, I'm sitting in the backseat with you. Always." He smiled and held her hand. "That's perfectly fine with me," (Y/N) chuckled.

Eri tugged on Mirio's shirt, indicating she was ready to head into the fairly large amount of stores all placed in one building. Mirio held both (Y/N) and Eri's hand, while walking through the parking lot. Once entering the building, they were instantly hit with the smell of the food court and the loud chattering of people. "Where to, ladies?" Mirio chuckled and looked around. "Ice cream?" Eri suggested. "We'll save that for our mid day shopping. How about you help me pick out some new clothes for (Y/N)?" Eri's face lit up with excitement, "You'll let me help pick out her clothes!?" She cheered, and Mirio happily nodded.

For awhile the two dragged (Y/N) around the store and picked out her clothing, with her help of course. They had the fashion styling of a kid who wore boots with basketball shorts. She still congratulated them though their best efforts. She payed for some items, but Mirio got most of it, due to him knowing how poorly they payed her back at the restaurant. She tried her best to stop him, but most of the time, he'd trick her and make her turn away before quickly purchasing whatever items they had picked.

(Y/N) sighed deeply, she can't even carry her bags because Mirio insists on carrying them for her. Mirio noticed his pocket started vibrating. Slipping all the bags into the crevice of his arm, he slid his phone out of his pocket. He read the words, 'I need your help. Mic is having a fan girl attack in the center, by the fountain.' Mirio stared at his phone, "Oh my god..." They were currently standing on the second floor of the large complex. Mirio went over to the rail, and looked toward the center. He could see Mic bouncing around everywhere and pointing at a large screen that displayed itself at the entrance. Usually it would have ads for shows coming to their local theater, or new menu items at a restaurant in the food court. This must be something big.

When they came down, Mic was extremely close to being apprehended by security. He spotted the group and immediately grabbed (Y/N) by her shoulders, "I'm very sorry about what happened in the car, but you have to see this!" He pushed her up to the big board and pulled out a remote that he probably highjacked from the front desk.

He pressed a button and the screen went black for a few seconds. (Y/N) intently stared at the screen as she heard a faint cheer and shouts of the crowd, the sound of a microphone and a few voices chuckling in the background. "You ready?" A deep male voice burred. "Of course. If I wasn't, I would've walked out on this whole career choice!" The voices chuckle again. The lights blare onto the back of a young woman, dressed in a long red trench coat, a top hat, and black battle boots. At least, that's all that (Y/N) can see. Green day's Basket Case started playing and the female voice chuckled again as the camera switched to her front and slowly slid up the side of her face, showing brown soft curls poking out into her face and freckles that looked like stars on her milk chocolate skin, until it reached where the darkness where the top hat hooded her eyes. When the beat dropped she lifted up her head, revealing her piercing red eyes that burned into the camera and a wicked smile that could freeze anyone in place and make them shiver. "Come see Music Box, live at the Tokinagawa Theater Hall! Get your tickets while they last. The Here We Go tour!" It displayed a date, and a large picture of her face and 3 others who looked like they shared the same determined smile as hers. 2 females and 1 male that looked oddly familiar.