You're Not So Bad:Tall goth Michael x Reader

7

I shivered as Michael and I waved bye to Henrietta, Firkle, Pete, and 'Raven' as we walked back to his car.

"Dry off out here before we leave, I don't need you leaving the seat wet." Michael scoffed, taking out a cigarette and  lighting it.

"Rude but, okay. Actually, I think I'll just change." I said, going to my bag and pulling out a black hoodie and a pair of black sweatpants I stole from Michael's house.

"Where? There are no bathrooms and I don't suppose you'll change in a port-a-potty.." I rolled my eyes and grabbed his arm.

"Stand infront of me while I change, okay? I'd rather keep it to where you only see me naked." He seemed to just glare at me.

He huffed and mumbled a whatever. He was looking at me, watching me get naked. "Turn around, Michael." I said, throwing the wet top and bottom to the cement. It made a harsh slapping sound as I did so.

"I can cover you better like this. Also, are those mine? You stole my sweatpants?"

"Yes, you loser. Plus, I wouldn't call it stealing. It's more like borrowing." I smirked as I pulled them up and threw my sweatshirt on. "Let's go." I said, pushing him.

He just rolled his eyes and continued smoking as he walked to the drivers side.

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It's almost dark and we're almost to South Park. I've fallen asleep a few times and I've woken up to cold air from Michael turning the AC on.

"We're twenty minutes from Shit Park, you should stay awake. Want to grab dinner? You didn't eat much at the lake and I think you may be hungry." He mumbled. "Or we can get coffee from Village Inn?"

"Yeah, coffee sounds good." I replied, turning my head so I was looking out the window. I inhaled sharply and closed my eyes. I could go back to sleep for like ten minutes..

After about three minutes of me being half asleep, I feel a hand be brought down on my knee. He placed his hand there gently. "Michael, I'm awake!" I mumbled, slapping his warm hand from my body.

"Oh, you are? I thought I just heard you snoring about two minutes ago." He said sarcastically, probably rolling his light brown eyes.

"Asshole remark, dude." I whispered, pulling the hoodie away from my face. I look out the windshield and see a familiar place, Village Inn.

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"Why is she always so rude?" I asked, putting out the little bit of cigarette I had left burning.

"Because she's an old hag who's husband cheats with young girls, I'm going to assume." He said, a little smirk on his face.

"Two black coffees for you shits. Why don't you order anything?" She angrily said while aggressively sliding the coffee cups towards us and walked away. 

Michael rolled his eyes and scoffed. He took a sip of his coffee and seemed to be more relaxed. "It's almost three in the morning." I whispered.

He hummed back and continued to drink his coffee. He set the white mug down and patted the corner of his mouth with a napkin. "It is pretty late, want to leave in an hour?" He asked, looking at me.

I shrugged. "It's up to you, Mi." He looked at me with wide eyes.

"What?" I asked, stirring my coffee. "Whatttttttt?" I growled, still feeling his gaze burn into my skin.

"No one has ever called me anything but Michael in my entire life." He flicked the ash from his newly lit cigarette.

"Oh," I mumbled and took a puff from his. "I can just stop calling you that." I could feel my heart racing. I had to suppress these urges.