𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐝 . 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐬

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

——y/n . 6:30pm . san diego ca

it's been a few days since i've moved here. i have no doubts, but i miss santa monica. i'll get over it soon though.

"y/n, i'm dropping you off at reese's. we're going to carpool to work together." mom grabbed my plate and put it into the sink. "oh, and do the damn dishes kid."

i laughed and walked over there. i finished the dishes, and went up to my room. i decided to stick with a simple outfit. "cmon y/n!" this lady always rushing somebody, jesus christ. i took her word and i ran downstairs.

she threw me her keys, and i went outside to start the car. as of course, she wasn't coming out yet. always telling me to hurry and she's not even ready.

we arrived, i switched places with mikeys mom. they waved goodbye as i walked into the house. "mikey, i'm here!"

skye came downstairs and smiled at me, "mikeys upstairs, feel free to go in. also, your shirts cute." i thanked her and went upstairs.

i opened the room door, and saw mikey in a towel. he screamed, then i screamed and closed the door. i took a few moments of realization that i should knock next time and this was going to be awkward. it was just a towel though, yet kinda embarrassing.

"okay, come in." he announced from inside. i walked inside and laid on the bed, being quiet. "don't be awkward, at least i wasn't butt ass naked."

i giggled. "so, what does today hold for us?"

"netflix, maybe cove? we can go night swimming," he turned on the tv. "but we have to be careful because the beach closes around 9."

"sounds good to me." i grabbed his blanket and put it over myself. i watched as he picked out a movie and laid next to me. not directly next to me, there was a good ten inch space between us.

i slowly was starting to fall asleep as the movie went on. something bouta upcoming rapper, i could careless though. fuck his rapping career lol.

i woke up to mikey shaking me. "y/n, cmon it's 9:45. swim time," i groaned and got up.

"you're a bitch for waking me up," he started to smile and i flipped him off. "we have to stop by my place, grab a swimsuit." he nodded and grabbed his keys.

i went inside changed, grabbed a change of clothes and ran back out. mikey was sitting on his phone, shirtless. i would enjoy the view, but when i got in he picked a song and drove off.

most girls would be happy to say they're hanging out with mikey williams. however, i wanna keep it private and personal. just so i don't get the hate.

mikey parked and we went out. across the bridge, towards the rocks. we laid our stuff down, trying to be unnoticeable. i took off my shirt and walked on over to the water. mikey trotted behind me.

he suddenly ran up to me, and threw me into the wave with him. i came back up, soaking. "you're still a bitch," i wiped water off my eyes.

mikey smiled and went into the deeper part where he could stand. i swam over, and couldn't touch the bottom. mikey held onto my waist, making sure i could breathe for a second. i thought he would've let go by now, but he didn't.

"you're beautiful, by the way." he looked into my eyes. his eyes were full of lust. i nodded, accepting his compliment. mikey snapped out of it, and let me go.

i wish he held onto me though.