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

9.

𝕬 𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖐𝖘 𝖙𝖔 Doit4Johnny 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖈𝖔-𝖜𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖒𝖊! 𝕴𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖆 𝖋𝖚𝖓 𝖊𝖝𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊! 𝕲𝖔 𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖈𝖐 𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖗 𝕸𝖎𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖊𝖑 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞, 𝖎𝖙'𝖘 𝖆𝖒𝖆𝖟𝖎𝖓𝖌!

Wow, okay, coffee, it shouldn't BE THAT HARD to get dressed for a fucking COFFEE DATE! I bet Michael isn't having trouble picking something out. He's probably still asleep right now because he has everything planned out. He's probably going to wear what he usually does.

I can't even choose between and black sweetheart dress that stopped above my knee with fishnets and platforms or a black shirt, long black cardigan, and jeans with flats. I want to look nice, but, I don't know if I want to look really nice and fancy. I groan and put my face in my hands.

I huffed, throwing the hangers onto my bed. I groaned in frustration as I quickly picked the stupid dress. I walked over to my makeup stand and pulled out the acceptable makeup and got to work on my face. I can't believe we're actually going on a date. Well, I guess it wasn't a date since he didn't say anything about it being one, but still! I sighed out loud and put the beauty blender down, thinking about Michael. I wonder if Pete and the others knew about it.

I shook my head and mumbled, “here goes nothing.” I skipped out of my house, with a hopeful excitement brewing within me. I ducked inside of my car, and turned the key. The engine revved to life as if it was a snarling beast. I turned to grab my phone out of my bag on the adjacent seat, there was no text from Michael. This would normally worry me, but he’s a special case I suppose. My foot hit the pedal and I sped off into the quiet mountain town, the sun being consumed by the ravenous night.

The car came to a skidding halt as I arrived at Tweek Bros. Coffee. I still haven’t exactly mastered parallel parking… so I slammed on the brake and managed to be somewhat inside of the yellow lines. Wow, this was an attractive start to a first date. I nervously checked my makeup with a twitching hand in my car mirror before I headed in. The coffee shop is quaint and small, it has a few mismatched booths scattered about, all adorned with succulents (probably because Tweek Tweak likes them). I scan the room, my date isn’t here yet. A sinking feeling starts to form in my stomach. What if he was fucking standing me up?

I take a booth in the front, I want to be seen if Michael does indeed show up. I drum my fingers against the metal table, they create a hollow and strange noise. I order a coffee to go, I can’t imagine that I’ll be staying here much longer. I check my phone, still no texts from him, the time reads 6:45, thirty minutes after when we planned to meet. I reluctantly rise, shaking my head melancholically. I can’t say that I was surprised… Why did I expect for him to do such a ‘conformist’ activity? Much less for someone else? I trudged to my vehicle and entered it. I sent Michael a text saying, “don’t bother to show up now.” Tears formed in my eyes, and I drove off into the highway of loneliness, lit by the receding salmon glow of the sunset.

I sped the rest of the way home, not even caring if I got pulled over or hit someone. There is no way in hell he just stood me up, no way. I knew he was rude, but, he can't be this mean and selfish. I pulled in the driveway, and slammed the car door as hard as I could. I stomped my way to the front door, turned my key, and pushed the door open. I shut the door softly and placed my forehead against the closest wall. I felt tears drip down my face as I thought about Michael ditching me; he was probably laughing at how stupid I was and telling the group how dumb I am. I heard soft moans and creeks of a bed come from upstairs and I rolled my eyes. Of course she's brought one of her bank sources home, disgusting. I ran up to my room, slammed the door, and face planted into my mattress.