Exchange {Michael Langdon x Reader}

~ Selfish ~

This world is full of many selfish people, you find them on the streets, in your own home, in yourself. I have always put myself before others. When I see others getting beat up, weather that's in the playground, or down a dark alley, I never intervene. I only look after myself and I always will. However, that doesn't mean I don't care about my family or my friends I truly do, but if it was their life or mine, I would choose mine.

"In this world we can't take chances" I learnt that from a friend of my mothers, it helps me in a way, to get on with my life that is. Her name is Constance, she dressed rather old for the current timeline, and she is obsessed with that murder house that was next door from her. I've heard rumors that she used to live there, that he first husband, and three of her four children died there. Why would she want to stay there? Why does she not want to get away as far as she can? I for one would be going to the ends of the earth to get away from that place for my own sanity. Maybe she feels a connection to the house, that's why she won't leave, won't leave her children. She is lucky to have that bond, a bond I doubt I'll ever have.

I've tried my best to stay away from that house, my family almost moved in their until we found a house down the street that was much less odd. My mother always said that I was just being a princess about that house but I swear, that house has some weird magic shit going on in it. When we heard what had happened to the Harmon family there all of them dead, it swayed my mother, I felt like I had been saved from some awful nightmare that was going to happen. After they had moved in like with the previous owners, they all ended up dead. The mother Vivian died giving birth to twins, and both her husband and daughter died of an apparent suicide. There was one survivor, one of the twins, he lived and is now in the care of Constance.

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The sun shined through the mesh curtains, all was peaceful in that moment, then my mother came in screaming her head off. "Come on (y/n) you must get up we have the memorial today."

In my drowsiness I responded with "huh? memorial what memorial?"

"The one for the Harmon's that lived down the street, now you must get up before I go grab a bucket of water." My mother said.

"But It's Saturday, I've had to get up all week at 6am for school can't I just lie in for a little bit longer, I'm sure the dead can wait." I scoffed and rolled my eyes at her.

"Now (y/n), that is just blatantly rude."

"But they died, what three years ago? Why must we go can't we just leave them at peace?"

"(y/n), you know that this what Constance does every year, and as new people in the neighborhood we are invited to go."

"But why? I have heard rumors that she knew them but she wasn't That close with them." I gave my mother a side way glance and she opened her mouth to respond to me

"Darling I honestly don't know" She stood up and made her way to the door. She turned around and said to me "also you are going whether you like it or not, also its 11am so get out of bed."

"Wait what...oh shit, is it really 11am?"

"Yes it is now get your sorry ass out of bed." she said to me as she walked out my bedroom door slamming it to emphasis her point.

I pulled my head out from under the confinement of my duvet and tried to scramble out, but my cat proved to be a stopper to that. I think it's a sign that that I should stay in bed but do I want run the risk of getting a bucket of ice cold water thrown on me, no. "I am so sorry (c/n) but I have got to get up, otherwise mum will kill the both of us." I move (c/n) off my legs and make my way to the dresser and chuck some casual-formal black clothes on for the memorial and make my way downstairs for my 11 o'clock breakfast.

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I made my way down the creaky stairwell and headed towards the kitchen, but I can't reach there without my father interrupting my current quest for food. He looked up from his newspaper and called out to me "good afternoon."

I looked at my father and said "what!? it's only 11am" in disbelief.

"hurry up and go have your breakfast. We have places to be today." He says as he flicks his newspaper back up and continues reading it. I continue my way to the kitchen in hopes of having some toast. As I walk in I see my younger brother sitting there fiddling with his phone. He notices me and looks up and tells me good morning and I respond back with "good morning, thank you for not giving me some snarky comment."

My brother raised his eyebrow at me "snarky comment? (y/n) its 11 I'm not surprised Mum and Dad said what they said." He laughed.

"I know that but I've said what I have said already now I must commit."

"Do you now? why are you always so stubborn? Why can't you just admit that you slept in? It's not like you murdered someone." My brother then gives me a suspicious look "Or did you?"

I give him the most bored expression that one can give "oh yes I most definitely murdered someone. I can still hear their screams as they begged me to not bathe in their virgin blood. It's very good way to cleanse you know."

"Are you sure about that? cause I can see a pimple right there on the tip of your nose." After that statement I gasped and ran to the toaster to inspect the damage. A wave of irritation wave washed itself over me as I heard the cackle of a witch behind me.

"wow...so funny"

"I know right? I'm hilarious"

I shook my head and grabbed some bread from the cupboard and shoved it into the toaster. while it was toasting I grabbed my phone from the living room where it had been charging overnight. I scrolled through my social media, there isn't really anything there no one messages me. I heard the pop of the toast and headed to eat my breakfast.

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Once I had finished my toast my mother and father came into the room. "It's time to go you two, so go put your shoes on and I'll meet you outside." I put my dishes in the dishwasher and grabbed my shoes and off I went outside to hop into the car.

Once I had shut the door my mother turned to me "Constance's grandson will be there (y/n), I heard he's around your age."

I gave my mother a bored look and stated "Mum you know I have no interest in dating, so why would I even bother?"

She sighed at me "well maybe for once you could make a friend who is actually in the same country as you. These so called 'online friends' are not actually friends they are just an escape and that's the tvs job isn't"

"Well whatever, last time I checked it was my life not yours." My mother shook her head and drove out of the driveway after my father and brother hopped in.

We drove down town to the house this was taking place...the murder house. I was hoping to avoid this place, but what can I do now? Absolutely nothing. Well if I die here they say I get to be a ghost so...maybe it wouldn't be the worst to meet my end here.

My mother came to a halt with the car and we all got out of the rickety vehicle and made our way up the path of the house next door, Constance's house. We knocked and it wasn't Constance who opened the door, but someone with gleaming blue eyes and a much more youthful face.