(R/g/n)- Random Guy Name
(I could not think of a tittle for this chapter. Ugh.)
You took a deep breath before you pushed the glass doors to the fancy restaurant and entered the building.
You took small, slow steps inside and glanced around at everyone, trying to find the person you were meeting.
You locked eyes with him and he gave you a cheesy grin and a wave. You allowed yourself to give him a small smile as you walked over. You sat down in the seat across from him and instantly grabbed the menu, your eyes scanning each of the expensive items.
"Hello, Y/n." He spoke, his voice was rough and quite frankly, you didn't like the sound of it.
"Hi, (R/g/n)." You softly spoke, not looking up from the menu. It might've seemed rude, but you didn't really care. You weren't interested whatsoever in being a such a place with a guy like (R/g/n). He most certainly wasn't your type and this wasn't your type of restaurant.
The only reason you were there with him is because your friends set you two up on a date, knowing he was into you. You tried to explain to them that you weren't into him, but they thought that you were being your usual denying self.
You sat through a boring and miserable evening with him faking a smile and laugh at every joke he told.
You could feel a pair of eyes on you that didn't belong to (R/g/n). In fact, you knew exactly who was watching you. Your own pair of (e/c) eyes lingered outside, looking through the window.
You knew that the infamous Michael Myers stood outside and his gaze was set on you and the male in front of you. He told you he'd leave you be as you went on your date, but he couldn't help himself. He just had to follow you and made sure you were alright.
His blue eyes stayed locked on you. He could see how you kept your eyes busy with the menu. He could almost feel like awkward tension from you and your date from outside.
Michael knew that you would much rather be home with him then out with some random guy who thinks he can impress you with his money. But he still worried if this guy would be able to take you away from him.
After another, what felt like three hours, but it was only a mere hour and a half, the so called date was over.
After (R/g/n) paid for the meal, you stepped outside. You felt the cold wind hit your skin as soon as you stepped out of the building. Your hair blew in the wind and you turned to face (R/g/n).
"Thank you for taking me out and paying for me. It was fun." You gave him a grateful smile, which he returned to you.
"Anytime. I had a really good time." He sincerely spoke, taking a small, barely noticeable step towards you. You didn't even notice, but Michael did. "We should really do this again sometime." He gazed into your eyes.
You just awkwardly smiled and nodded. In all honestly, you never wanted to do this again with him. But you were too much of a sweetheart to say that to him. It would shatter his little heart.
The two of you bid your goodbyes and you made your way home, ready to see Michael, who was probably already at the house, waiting on your arrival.
The drive home was short, however, it felt like you were in the car for ages. You listened to music, occasionally bobbing your head and singing out the lyrics.
Once you arrived home, you entered the house. Once you were inside, you locked the door behind you, then proceeded to toss the keys onto a table nearby.
You kicked off your shoes nearby the door before making your way up to your bedroom and changing into an outfit more comfortable than the outfit you've been in all night.
As soon as you were in your new comfortable clothing, you felt a pair of muscular arms wrap around your waist and a light kiss placed on your neck.
Most people would be alarmed, however you knew that it was simply just your boyfriend, probably just happy that you returned home to him.
"Hey Michael." You couldn't help the smile that appeared on your face once you felt his touch. Being with (R/g/n) for hours was awkward and you just didn't feel right with him around. But now, that you're back in Michael's arms, where you belonged, you felt at peace once again.
You spent the rest of the night being extra cuddly with your boyfriend in an attempt to reassure him that you're his and only his.
The cuddles must've worked because you felt him become less tense, meaning he most likely forgot all about (R/g/n). But that doesn't mean he won't find him and put an end to him.
