Too Good To Be True (MichaelMellxReader)

Ch.10// Home Stuff

Michael's POV
Y/N and I were sitting in my basement, playing MarioKart. She wanted to see if she could beat her high scores.

"No way. You can't. You already got such high scores last time."
She scoffed and raised an eyebrow.
"You think I can't?"
"Nope."
She laughed and was about to hit the level she wanted, but I stopped her.
"Why don't we make this more interesting?"
I schemed.

"What do you mean?"
God, I love how oblivious she was sometimes.
"Let's make a bet. You beat your high score, you win, if you don't, I win."
She thought for a second.
"What happens if one of us, me, wins?"
I shrugged.
"We'll figure it out when the time comes."
She stuck her hand out, a broad smile plastered on her face.

I shook it and she hit the button, starting the level.
Damn, I forgot how good she was. She was swerving past people, expertly avoiding turtle shells, driving in perfect formation with squid ink covering her screen, and taking out players one by one.

She was close to winning, so I grabbed her shirt collar, and kissed her deeply on the lips.
She froze and I could feel her face get warm.
She looked at me, and shoved me out of the way, growling.
"You asshole, you made me lose!!" She whined, gesturing to the screen.
I shrugged.
"You lost."
"You cheated."
"An expert should know not to get distracted like that."
"You were obstructing my vision."
"You should have moved me sooner. You froze."
"Yah well you...."
She ran out of comebacks.

"Damn you Mell. What do you want then?"
She looked about ready to pull out her wallet or something. I almost laughed.
"A sleepover." I grinned.
Her eyes lit up in excitement, but soon they darkened into... something else.
"I, uh- heh. I can't... do that." She said, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly.
"Relax, I'm not a weirdo. I just want you to stay over." I smiled, and kissed her lips.
She melted in but soon backed up.

"I, r-really can't. I-I h-have stuff to uh... to do at home?" It came out as a question.
It was weird too, she never wanted to go home.
In fact she stayed till the very last minute of daylight before trudging home, most days.
"Are you okay? What's up?"
She laughed awkwardly and checked the non-existent watch on her wrist.
"I gotta g-go. I'll see you later."
She jumped up and kissed my forehead, practically racing out the door.
Was it something I said?

Seriously what was that about?
I felt too weirded out by that, so I waited a few minutes before racing out and hopping in my car.
I drove slowly in the direction of her house, it wasn't far, and I saw her walking down the sidewalk.

She didn't stop at her house though, she stared a for a while, and kept running. I was utterly concerned now, as I slowly trailed behind her, trying best I could not to look suspicious.

She ran into Ellison Park, and through the dense trees, disappearing from my line of sight. I sighed and jumped out of the car, needing to talk to her. What the heck was she doing? Why? Why can't she tell me?

I stopped every now and then, to listen to the light trial of footsteps, and continued to pursue her. I finally found her lying in a clearing, panting and staring at the sky.

I sat and stared for a minute. Her features looked blissful in the setting sunlight. The orange and pink radiating her complexion into something like a painting. Picasso didn't do justice to her.

"Hey." I said.
She jumped, and looked up at me, almost shocked.
"M-Michael? What are you doing here?"
I laid next to her and put an arm around her. We were laying there, her head on my stomach, and me playing with her hair.

"Are you okay? What aren't you telling me?"
She clenched her fists released a shaky breath.
"My mom doesn't know we're dating."
Is that it?
"Okay, that's fine." I chuckled.
She seemed sadder.
"I can't tell her. She'll b..." she trailed off.
"She'll what?"
"Nothing. Point is, I can't tell her. She already think I'm a slu- I mean, disobedient. I can't let her know I have a boyfriend."

There were so many concerning parts of these sentences she was cutting off.
"I'll talk to her."
"No!" She screeched.
"Okay, well... we'll figure it out. Okay?"
She nodded.
"Okay."
And laid and watched the sky.
The beautiful, orange and pink sky.

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