every word that comes out of mike's mouth comes out wrong, and he never knows when to shut up. he annoys teachers, his parents and other kids. but one girl seems to enjoy his ramblings.
( mileven au. )
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"shut the actual fuck up!"
a voice belonging to mike screamed as he slammed his hand down onto the ringing alarm clock perched atop of his bedside table.
it had been ringing for almost ten minutes, entering into mike's dreams and ruining his mood. he groaned to himself, running a pale hand through his hair in an attempt to wake himself up but he only felt more tired.
just as he was pondering why he was born the way he was his mom slammed open the door, shaking the inner walls of the house and causing mike to sit up suddenly, the top of his head crashing into the bottom of the top bunk.
"ouch, goddamit!" mike muttered. well, at least now he was awake. "michael! get out of bed, it's time for school. i shouldn't have to be reminding you about this," she reprimanded him.
"i shouldn't have to be reminding you to call me mike," he replied, quickly hopping out of bed and leaving his room before she could reply.
mike wasn't this rude to adults.
in fact, most of mike's friends were the adults in his life. but mike had a problem, something that bothered anyone who hung out with him: he was a chatterbox. the boy never shut up. he spoke too fast and sometimes spat. it wasn't very attractive.
mike was cranky because of the morning, and that was why he was being rude to his mom. all mrs. wheeler had to do was learn to deal with it in a neutral way.
as mike reached the bathroom his older sister, nancy, slipped in and shut the door behind her, right in mike's poor freckled face. "hey!" shouted mike, knocking on the door. "too slow!" nancy replied back, leaving a more annoyed mike.
"if i don't go to the bathroom i could get a bladder infection and die! it's important for the body of a growing teenage boy to regularly use the bathroom when in need! don't you want me to grow?"
there was silence from the other side.
"fuck."
twenty minutes later and mike was speeding on his bike, a piece of toast in between his teeth. his long legs rotated the pedals as fast as he could, racing towards Hawkins High School.
'of course nancy had to take years in the bathroom taking a shit, no nancy, my education isn't important' mike grumbled in his thoughts.
