Intern {Five Nights at Freddy's Fanfiction}

27) Please...

"Here, take this." he said gruffly, tossing an article of clothing at my head. I caught it before it could hit my face and glanced at it. My cheeks began to burn slightly at the contents on the t-shirt.

"Do I really have to wear this? It says 'Fuck Off' in bold purple letters." I said with a grimace. Deep inside of me I was hoping it was some kind of joke but I was certain it wasn't.

"Uh, sorry. That's the wrong one." he grinned sheepishly, taking the shirt and putting it away. I swung my legs over the bed and watched in amusement as he tore through the other drawers faster than lightning.

"I found it. Finally!" he said with an exasperated sigh of relief. I chuckled and stood up a bit shakily as Mike walked over to me. "This is for you. I remember what happened to your shirt yesterday and...I can't let you run around like that."

"Thanks Mike I-woah. Is this a Fall Out Boy t-shirt?!" I grinned, looking down at the familiar logo. Mike shrugged and gave an awkward smile.

"Macy gave it to me a couple years back. One, it was too small, and two, I'm not their biggest fan. I figured you'd like it more." He shrugged again, trying not to look me in the eyes. I smiled and shrugged back.

"It's not a big deal. I'm also a fan of what most people would call 'The Classics'." I giggled, striking a dramatic pose. He smirked and belted out a line from Hall & Oates's Maneater.

"Oh, here she comes. Watch out boy, she'll chew you up! Oh, here she comes. She's a maneater." he sang, shooting me a goofy grin. I laughed and covered my burning face before belting out some song lyrics of my own.

"Hello Daddy, hello Mom. I'm your ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb! Hello world, I'm your wild girl. I'm your ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb!" I laughed, pumping my fist in the air. Mike looked like he was trying not to laugh but a second later he was doubled over and unable to talk.

"Oh my god! I just...I can't...I fucking can't!" he choked, falling on the floor and holding his stomach. On a normal occasion I would have stepped on/kicked him (or gotten pissed) but I just sat down and laughed with him. I forgot how good it felt to not worry and to enjoy the time spent with others. That thought however, brought back memories of my older sister and family.

"You okay. You seem kinda down." he said, raising his head from the floor. I swallowed and said nothing but gave him another shrug.

"I kinda wanna go home but...I don't really have one." I sighed, looking away from him. I didn't want him to worry about me but I guess it couldn't be helped. I was worried about him too.

"Oh!" he said, ignoring the comment to sit up and taking my phone out of his back pocket. "I was able to pick Rachel's lock last night. Turns out she had the same phone as you."

"You broke into your sister's room...just to charge my phone?" I asked incredulously. Mike smiled and shook his head, getting to his feet.

"Nah. I broke into my step-sister's room to charge your phone and get you a nice pair of jeans. The spoiled brat has millions of em'. I doubt she'd even notice they're gone." he grinned, helping me up. I felt disbelief etch it's way onto my face.

"There is no way you let me stay here, loaned me some of your clothes, broke into your sister's room to charge my phone, made me breakfast, and let me borrow even more clothes!" I half-said/half-shouted. 

"Wrong. I let you say here, loaned you some clothes, broke into my step-sister's room to charge your phone and get you a pair of pants. Also, I washed your 'Security' jacket, made you breakfast, and gave you some clothes to wear. No biggie." he smiled, giving me his signature shrug.