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

10.

Chapter 10:

Hi, I would just like to say there is smut in this chapter, towards the end!!!!!!!

Readers pov:
I looked down at myself in the reflection of my cell phone and then back up to the hills in front of me. I was currently sitting on the bench in front of Stark's Pond, waiting for Michael. I arrived early, around 7, because of my nerves. I rubbed my hands together and closed my eyes, sighing. I really, really, really hope that he shows up. Just as I think that, I hear someone awkwardly clear their throat.

I gently tilt my head to my left and see Michael standing there. I pat the open spot on the bench right next to me and he quickly sits down. We sit in a sweet silence for about three minutes until he grabs my hand. His eyes get bigger and he turns his head to look at me. "Jesus," he said, and rubbed both of my hands in-between his "You are absolutely freezing!"

I laugh lightly, nodding my head. "Yeah, it's fucking cold, Mi. I got here early, so I can't really feel it anymore." He shook his head and tsked me. I heard him flick open his zippo lighter, followed by a sharp crackle and the smell of cigarette smoke. He bumped his shoulder into me and offered the cigarette, which I took.

"You seem cold, should we go to your house?" Michael asked, taking the cigarette back. I shrugged at him and mumbled a yes. He stood up and grabbed my hand, I took it, and he pulled me up. I went to pull my hand away, and he squeezed it. "It's cold, you should hold my hand until we get to the car." I smiled at him and squeezed his hand back.

His hands were much bigger than mine, so I struggled just a little bit to hold his hand back. His 6'4 figure quite literally loomed over me, but I felt safe. We finally made it to his car and he let go of my hand. He unlocked the car and we both got in and buckled up. He turned the heat on and we just sat in the parking lot for a bit.

I reached over and grabbed his hand, pulling it towards my lap. I set his hand on my thigh, his palm facing up, and I slid my hand and locked fingers with his. He smiled at me, a genuine smile. He, out of all people, never smiled, but, whenever we're together he can't stop. He also had pretty white teeth for being a chain smoker.

He finally pulled out and started driving to my house. "My mom's gone, again, she's off partying with her sugar daddy." I sighed.

"Oh, at least you don't have to deal with her, y'know? Are you hungry, we can stop somewhere." He asked as he took a left.

"No, no, it's ok. Are you hungry?" I looked over and he shook his head no. I kept staring at him, taking in all of his uncanny beauty. His jawline is sharp and nice, his pale skin kind of glowed in the darkness, street lights hitting him perfectly. His nose is stunning, it's so perfect. It had a bump instead of being flat. His side profile is model material.

He turned to me and chuckled. "We're here, c'mon." I nodded and pulled my hand from his, and got out of the car. He hit the lock button as I pulled out my house keys and unlocked the door. We took our shoes off and he shut the door, re-locking it.

"I'm thirsty, let's go to the kitchen. Hey Alexi, shuffle (y/n)'s playlist." A robotic response and "ding" was heard from the kitchen. I walked over to the door frame of the kitchen and posed against it. "Paint me like one of your French girls." I dramatically looked up at the ceiling and he sighed with a smile. I grabbed his hand and dragged him into the kitchen with me.

"You're so unbelievably sexy." He whispered out.

"Thanks, that's exactly what Kenny said earlier, weird." I mumbled, reaching you to open the cabinet.

"The kid in the orange parka, him?" I smiled at myself and laughed, he's definitely jealous. It wouldn't hurt to tease him.

"Yeah, him. He's pretty sexy, not going to lie. If he wanted to fuck me right now, I'd definitely let him. How much do you want to bet he's packing?" I laughed and turned around to face him. He has his arms crossed and his lips curled downwards.