DID~ Mileven au ⚠️DISCONTINUED⚠️

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"Mike.", I say as I wave my hand in front of his face.
"Huh?", He says snapping out of the faze he was in.
"You kinda spaced out. Are you alright?", I ask.
"Yeah.", and just as he says this the bell rings, signaling for us to get to our next class.
"Bye, see you later.", I say getting up.
"Bye.", He says.

The next few days go fine until Friday.

I'm walking into the cafeteria and head to the table that Mike and I share.
Right as I get close, I see Mike and Troy Walsh FIGHTING.
I run over and pull Mike away from Troy.
"Mike, what the hell are you doing?", I ask.
"Who you callin' Mike, dollface?", Mike says with a New York accent.
"What do you mean? You're Mike Wheeler?", I say, thinking he was joking.
"Don't know such a fella. The name's Rufus, Rufus Vendent.", He says holding out his hand.
"Mike, you're scaring me.", I say.
Mike spaces out for a moment.
"Mike?", I ask.
"Whoa, what happened?", He says in his normal voice.
"What do you mean? You just fought Troy Walsh.", I say.
"No, I didn't.", He says.
"Yeah, you did.", I say.
"No. I would have remembered.", He says.
"Mike, what's the last thing you remember?", I say.
"I was walking into school and it cuts out from there.", He says, confused.
"You told me your name was Rufus.", I say.
"Really?", He asks.
"Yes, you did.", I say to him.
"Oh no. I understand if you don't want to hang out with me anymore.", He says.
"What would make you think that? Of coarse I still want to hang out with you.", I say to him.
"You probably think that I'm crazy.", He says.
"You're not crazy. You just need some help figuring out what is wrong. Let's meet at the front entrance after school and we can go to my house and do homework.", I say.
"Ok.", He says.

After school...

"Hey.", I say to Mike as he walks towards me.
"Hi.", He says as we start walking to my house.
We talk all the way to my house. We walk through the door and yell for my dad. Not to my surprise there's no answer.
"Let's go to my room, Will and Jonathan should be home soon.", I say.
"Ok.", He says.
We get to my room and sit on my bed.
"Nice room.", He says.
"Thanks.", I say.
"Let's start, I guess.", He says.
"You want a Sprite?", I ask him.
"Sure.", He says.
"I be right back.", I say to him as I go to the kitchen to get the sodas.
"I'm back.", I say as I hand him one.
"Thanks.", He says.
"So, shall we start with science?", I ask.
"We shall.", He says to me.
We finish our homework within an hour. Sometime within that hour Will, Jonathan, and I'm guessing was Jennifer Hayes because Will didn't bother coming in to say hi which he always did unless Jenny was over.
"So, what do you want to do now?", I ask him.
"Talk. I like it when we talk.", He says to me.
"Me too. What do you want to talk about?", I ask.
"Our favorites.", He says.
"Okay. Favorite food?", I ask.
"Bacon.", He says.
"That's funny. Mine's Eggo waffles. Kinda go together don't they?", I say giggling.
"Yeah.", He chuckles.
"Favorite movie?", I ask.
"Ghost busters.", He says.
"Good one. I'd have to say E.T.", I say.
"Nice. Favorite book?", He asks.
"Carrie, by Stephen King.", I say.
"Wow. Mine too.", He says smiling.
"Top 2 favorite school subjects?", I ask.
"Science and literature.", He says.
"Cool, mine too.", I say.
"When is your birthday?", He asks.
"February 8th. Yours?", I say.
"January 11th.", He says.
"Cool. I'll be sure to remember that.", I say.
"What does El stand for?", He asks.
"Eleven. I was raised in a lab from birth until I was 5. They didn't let the kids' mothers choose our names before they kidnapped us.", I say to him.
"So they just named you with numbers?", He asks.
"And they labeled us.", I say showing him my tattoo.
"Wow. Is that real?", He says trying to touch it.
"Yep. It's not the only cool thing that came out of the experiments.", I say.
"What do you mean?", He asks.
I focus on the books in front of us and I make them float. Blood trickles out of my nose as I drop them.
"Whoa.", He says.
"Yeah. But I was also abused in that lab.", I say.
"Oh. I'm sorry.", He says.
"I like you Mike.", I say to him.
"I like you too El.", He says.
I lean in to him and place a soft, short, and sweet kiss on his lips. When we pull apart I place my forehead on his smiling.
"That was great.", He says.
"Yeah it was.", I say to him.
Mike goes blank.
"Mike?", I say waving my hand in front of his face.
"Where am I? Who are you?", He asks in a southern accent very confused.
"I'm El. You're in my room. Remember, Mike?", I say honestly very confused.
"I don't know you. Don't hurt me please. I'm not Mike. I don't know who Mike is.", He says as he backs up to the corner of my bed and curls into a ball.
"Why would I hurt you, Mike?", I ask.
"I'm not Mike. I'm Benny.", He says like he's close to tears.
"Who am I?", I ask cupping his cheeks.
"El.", He says sheepishly.
"What's my favorite color, do you remember?", I ask.
"Uhm, um, uh, it's uh, it's, it's purple.", He says slowly going back to his normal voice.
"Mike?", I ask.
"Yes.", He says.
"You're back.", I say giving him a huge hug.
"Was I gone?", He asks.
"Mentally, yes. We need to get you an appointment with a psychiatrist to figure out what is going on.", I say still holding on to him tight.

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