Knowledgeable Kleptomaniacs

7. Mike Hanlon n' his Magic Moves

// TW; SLIGHT SLURS //

Author's note; Listen to the music to give a more deep perspective on the character and who they are!
P.S - Both characters are not friends with the entire 'Losers Club' because, as an AU would go. There is no such thing in this one. Enjoy!!!

~ 9:48 AM ~

Mike Hanlon was rubbing his eyes once he woke up from a wild night with Stan, the lifting, the awkward conversation all hit him once he fully woke up. The boy groaned and stuck his face upon his pillow, staying there. He then lifted his face a tad so one eye could he open, grabbing his phone, checking the time; 9:38 AM. And then immediately texting Stan.

[Hey, you free to hang out today? It's Saturday and I have absolutely nothing to do.]

He sent immediately before laying back down, before he could even rest his eyes, he got a text back.

Bracelet Boy: [Uh, possibly? I have to check with my father. But I'm sure it'll be a yes.]

Mike smiled and then put his phone down, resting upon his pillow and hoping the two could hang out. Mike had different friends, of course. It's not like he was lonely. He just found something in Stan that he enjoyed so much, that he couldn't stop thinking about him. Michael didn't find this boy like a crush, but more of a soon to be friend. Hopefully if he gets Stan to open up a tad, they could become closer. (If needed, of course) But, he wasn't going to force Stan to open up. Mike then got up, getting out of bed with his boxers n' grey t-shirt on. Yawning as he did, and walked out the room. Grabbing his brush and beginning to brush his hair, for no reason whatsoever. He just decided too. He then walked back to his room, tossing his brush up n' down, and eventually sitting back onto his bed. Checking his phone once again, noticing Stan has texted back, he opened the text and began to scan it clearly;

Bracelet Boy: [My dad said no, due to how late I got back last night and I know for sure he won't let me out tomorrow. Sorry, Mike. Maybe next week? ):]

Mike sighed sadly and then thought an idea, texting Stan back with an response;

[I could help you sneak out. If that'll help. He won't even notice, I'm sly as fuck. If you haven't noticed. (;]

Mike rolled his eyes at how stupid he sounded, but ignored that, watching the text bubble move constantly as he bit his nail on his thumb.

Bracelet Boy: [That could be a possibility, I'll send you my address. Be here at around, 5:50 PM. Alright?]

Mike smiled and let out a tiny; "Yes!" with a tiny gesture of excitement.

~ 9:57 AM ~

Mike then went downstairs, not even noticing that he wasn't wearing shorts or anything. Noticing his father and mother at the table, "Morning, Pops-" he turned towards his mother and nodded his head; "Ma." He then grabbed an apple and bit it, hearing a; "Morning." back to him in unison. Mike then swallowed his apple after his first bite, "So, I have a question..-" he didn't even hesitate to ask. "Is it possible for me to hang out with my friend today? At around 5? I'll be home at 7, I swear to god." he added the last part before turning towards them, his father beginning to ask; "Who's this friend?" Mike turned towards his father, "My friend Stanley, uh, we met at therapy yester-" he stated before his mother could even let him finish; "You got a friend from therapy? That's wonderful! I say yes, but you know the rules when you are out." she said, furrowing her eyebrows at her son. Mike sighed, "I know. No lifting." he mumbled, taking another bite of his apple, and then another. "I won't. I swear. And he's a wonderful person, high n' academics, normally very quiet kid, but that's alrig-" he was cut off by his father looking up at Mike and asking;