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

8.

Two months have gone by and I haven't had any contact with the goths. Stan and Wendy got back together, so he was back to normal.

He told me the goths talked about me every once in awhile. He also implied that Michael was acting different. He was somehow even colder than he was before.

"Yeah dude, he totally missed you. He just won't admit it because he's goth. HE WROTE A DEPRESSING POEM ABOUT LOVE! I think he likes you." Stan said while eating his rice.

Today I was hanging with Stan, Wendy, Kenny, Kyle, and Cartman at the mall. We were currently eating Panda Express. I wasn't that hungry because PE reminded me of Michael.

"Well, I'm not saying a word to him. If he wants to mend this, he can. If he doesn't, I could care fucking less." I angrily took a sip of my soda.

"Ohmehgawddd can you just shut the fuck up, (Yn)?? You're a stewped goth whore that doesn't even belong to sit with us and BOTHER us with your STEWPED goth problems." Fatass cried while slurping his noodles.

"Cartman! Leave her alone, she's our friend, fatass!"

"SHUT UP YOU STEWPED JEW!" I just rolled my eyes at the pointless drama. I look aimlessly into the sea of people crowding a certain spot. I see a tuff of black hair, just like Michaels.

I closed my eyes and opened them again. I squint and see them in all their glory, the goth kids. I grit my teeth and growled.

"Are you okay, (Yn)? You look pissed!" Stan exclaimed as I bit my cheek.

"I'm fine." I snarled. They all looked at eachother and got the memo.

"Ignore them, (Yn). They suck anyways!" Kyle exclaimed, pounding his fist on the table.

"That mother fucker is so lucky I didn't cut his goth dick off." Kenny said from behind his parka.

"Guys, it's fine. Let's just go." I picked up some of the trays heading towards the garbage can. Thank God I wore my platforms today, now I don't have to stand on my tiptoes.

I only saw one tray return and trashcan.. it so happened to be right by the goths, Michael to be exact. The tall, slender man was leaning against it.

"Guys can one of you-?" I turned around to see the group scattering in different directions. 'Fuck you guys.' I thought to myself as I slowly walked over to the garbage.

I inhaled deeply and stopped for a second. "Fuck me, man." I whispered to myself. I made my way to the can and Michael was still leaning against it.

"Move, fuck head." I growled, gripping the trays in my hand. The man looked to me and his eyes seemed to widen a bit and then they went back to the blank expression.

"What do you want, poser?" He asked, rolling his eyes.

"I said to fucking MOVE Michael. I'm not gonna repeat my fucking self." I hissed at him, getting annoyed with his behavior.

"Michael, just move. She's not bothering anyone." Pete sighed while flipping his hair.

"Yeah, fucking move." I said, looking him dead in the eyes. He stood up and looked down at me. He walked closer and closer.

Even with my platforms he was way taller than me and he was just in regular combat boots. He smelled like tobacco and the same old cologne. I looked up at him, keeping the same energy he was.

"Watch what you say to me, little girl. I am not someone to piss off." He whispered and I pushed him with the trays.

"FUCK YOU!" I grabbed the soda cup and poured it over him. I proceeded to throw the trays at him as I ran away, starting to cry.  I could hear heavy footsteps after me, making me run faster.

I took so many twistis and turns, yet, the footsteps followed wherever I went. I took one final sharp right turn, praying it wasn't a dead end.

To my luck, of course it was. It was a hallway filled with lockers people could rent. I ran all the way to the back wall and turned around as fast as I could.

I saw Michael walking towards me, both hands in balls. His face was red and his hair was dripping with brown soda. There was no possible way for me to slip out of this one.

The man made his way over to me, stomping his feet along the way. "Why would you fucking do that, huh?" He screamed, grabbing my arm and yanking me towards him.

"You're an ass." I whispered. He put his hands on my shoulders and looked me in the eyes.

His fingers gripped my shoulders and I scrunched my face up because of the pain. I let out a little ow. His brown eyes seemed to go soft when he realized he was grabbing too hard and hurting me.

He frowned at me and sighed. "I'm sorry.." he spoke, lighting his grip.

"It's okay, Mi.." I muttered, still keeping eye contact. He inhaled and put one of his hands on my cheek, cradling it. "kiss me.." I whispered.

His face went pink and he complied. He leaned down and slowly kissed me. I put my arms around his neck as he moved both of his to my waist.

It was a smooth and loving kiss. It was an 'I'm sorry' kind of kiss. He both pulled away, our hearts beating fast. "I missed you, (Yn). I'm sorry I said those things."

I smiled and rubbed the back of his neck. "It's okay, Mi. I really missed you too." He kissed my cheek and smirked.

"Hang out with us again? It's been so fucking boring with out you." I laughed and lightly slapped his chest.

"Of course, I was actually starting to do class work. Thanks for saving me." I smiled. He wrapped his arms around me and picked me up, squeezing me in a tight bear hug.

"AWEEEEEE, LOOK AT THEM!" A squeaky voice cheered from behind us.

"WENDY! You're too loud!" Kyle harshly replied.

"Yeah, I agree with the Jew!" Cartman said, struggling to get the words out of his fat mouth.

Michael rolled his eyes and put me down. "Wanna grab coffee with me tomorrow?"

"Of course!" I smiled and kissed his cheek. "Also, make sure you scrub your face before returning to the goths, you conformist." I joked, rubbing some of the black lipstick off of him.