i. 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ༊*·˚
it was only ever about you and me and her
WHAT YOU'RE LOOKING FOR HAS
BEEN HERE THE WHOLE TIME!
━━ mike wheeler x fem, sob story
( . . . 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧!)
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❝ makeup is running down, feelings are all around! ❞
(. . . . one, pilot! ) 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, we visit a blast from the past; a memory willing to be forgotten.
DOLLED UP TO THE BRIM, (y/n) wonders whether it was the gym's venomous reek of dollar store perfume that had weakened her knees.
she couldn't help herself but daze off in his direction, admiring how well dressing up suited him. although all he wore was no more than a handed down muddy blazer and his father's work tie under his usual knitted sweater, (y/n) was absolutely melting.
her lashes fluttered like the butterflies within, swirling a swarm in her stomach and allowing her to feel terribly ill. was that it? or was she just terribly in love?
she shook her head at the thought, glancing at him once more and noticing the broad frown on his face. he was always sorted for his gloomy aspects, but this particular one made her bubble up with pity.
he sat alone with a chair pulled closer to the dance floor, staring into the fluorescence of the streams hung above. and while he watched the twirling of the snowflakes tied onto transparent strings, the christmas lights found themselves gleaming at the reflection of his honey eyes the young girl found herself lost in.
"this year blows" she heard, stacey stumbling to the seat beside her with a refill of coke. slouching at the backrest and shoving her cup further down the table, she looks to her best friend in bore. "wanna ditch?" she sighs, eyes begging for (y/n) to agree.
taking the cup into her own hands, she looks at the brunette's eyes for permission and takes a sip at stacey's nod. gulping, she left it half filled and wobbled as she stood suddenly. nearly falling on her half-inch heels, she pulled her friend onto where everyone else swayed awkwardly.
"come on" she drastically slurred, waving her hands away and dismissing her friend's protests. (y/n) enlaced their fingers and rocked them to the tempo of the melodies as her friend humored her. "am i supposed to believe no one asked you to dance?" she asked, closely eyeing her friend who's persona seemed to have dulled since the beginning of the evening.
with a wince etching her features stacey groans, reminiscing the encounter she witnessed just moments before. "you would never guess" she began, glaring towards the group of boys snickering around at the bleachers where they spiked balloons to burst open with glitter.
"they're complete morons. you should be glad they hadn't asked you or it would be social suicide" (y/n) sighs to herself, noticing the troop of idiots seemingly becoming a reoccurring tantrum, listening to the speakers fade into a slow-dance.
"who knew tommy would absolutely kill with a middle part" stacey muttered, unaware of the droopy grin (y/n) muddled with whilst her eyes latched onto mike wheeler's sight in the distance. their fazed contact merely lasting ten seconds.
she clumsily built the courage to approach him, her heart completely beaming with serendipity as she caught the twinkle of his fragile eyes. (y/n) found herself stuck in a forbidden trance, failing to notice their steps gradually approaching him.
pushed towards the boy, stacey prances away with her middle finger in the air. she had always teased (y/n) about being head over heels for the boy with no game, but maybe that would change tonight. if he could dress up, then how different was it to make a move.
and he did, in the cruelest of ways.
voice soft and hidden underneath the uncertainty of her words, the girl approached him with a reassuring puff of her chest. "hey mike" she smiles, dimples hollowing and lashes batting.
he looks to her with a flabbergasted demeanor, eyes flickering in surprise. it wasn't everyday you'd see the mayors daughter greeting the middle school a.v club president.
he stands suddenly, (y/n)'s ears tinting strawberry at the sudden change of height. he was towering over her and all she could do was stare up at him fondly with doe eyes.
mike gently returned the smile to his family friend, still fazed by her approach in public. this had never happened before, not like it was wrong.. it's just totally weird? "hey" he nods, stuffing his hands in his front pockets as they stare at each other in a bizarre trance.
if only he could hear her heart beaming with joy, practically whirling as if her feelings weren't sprawled out amongst the confetti scattered on the floor.
a sudden creak echoed through the corners of the building, both the middle schooler's heads turning to meet kind-hearted elle hopper at the door. hair done and creases brushed in violet, she shyly scans the place to meet the eyes (y/n) fell countlessly for.
they share the sweetest look, speaking a million languages of love in only a single glance. everything fading into a blur as it was just the two of them living in the moment they utterly cherished.
it was as if no one else didn't exist to them. (y/n) didn't exist to them; to him.
#NELLIE'SPOV holy shit i'm just as confused as you are. 😳 but please note that this chapter was revolved on the snowball in season two. the rest of this story will be based on the third season! happy first chapter, i love you all the most. really, i do <3
