another one of the cringiest fanfics you'll ever read
WARNING: i wrote this when i was very young and stupid. there are very triggering topics so pls read with caution / unedited
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"Maybe we could go back to your place?" Michael asked, and I immediately shook my head.
"Nah, my parents are having issues." I sighed.
"Issues about?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow.
We just got done seeing a movie, and I bought the snacks while he bought the tickets.
"So about two years ago, there was this dude named Teddy. He was a college kid, like us, but in a frat. They moved into the house next door to us, and got into a huge fight with my parents on whether they can be super loud or not. It was annoying." I rolled my eyes. "Anyways, they ended up moving out, and my parents are trying to find another house because they're having another kid. I think I've mentioned that you to before. But either way, we can't sell our house until we show our neighborhood is good and all this shit, and recently some new girls are throwing parties of their own in that house."
"So it's like a cycle?" Michael asked.
"Yeah. A never ending, stupid cycle." I leaned my head back on the seat. "I'd much rather go to your house instead of mine. I don't feel like dragging you into that just yet. You'll probably see some of it tomorrow night when you come over for dinner."
"Eh, it won't make me like you any less." Michael smiled over at me. "And I mean, we can definitely go to my house but my parents work night shifts so I didn't know if you were okay and comfortable with coming to my house if it'll be just us."
"No it's okay. I don't mind. Anywhere but my house is ideal at the moment." I let out a chuckle, although I meant every word of it.
Mikey nodded, starting the car and pulling out of the movie theater parking lot. It was silent in the car, minus the sound of the radio playing throughout the speakers. We were riding with the top down again, and I've decided that this was something I've grown to love.
It felt nice, the wind blowing through my hair. I would be able to focus on keeping my hair out of my eyes when we'd turn a corner or go against the wind, and it would get my mind off of Teddy or Nash or any other thought that passed my mind in the past few hours.
"You know, you look peaceful when you ride in my car." Michael told me, glancing over at me every once in a while with a small smile on his face.
"Maybe because I am. It makes me feel free." I raised my hand up, letting the wind blow through it.
"Well, you look free." He pulled into a neighborhood, the wind dying down slightly.
Pulling my hand back down, I noticed I had a few texts from Teddy, apologizing for how he acted on the phone earlier. I'd deal with it later, not spoiling my time with Michael to deal with Teddy drama. I've had enough issues with him, I've had enough of the yelling and the crying and the hurting. In the past few days that I've known Michael, I've felt much happier than I have in a long time.
