Devil's Touch ψ Michael Langdon

08. | Don't Count On Me

"Great," Avery said before quickly turning on her heels. You grab her arm before she leaves.

"Wait. How's Michael?" you surprised yourself with the question. Avery sighed.

"He doesn't seem to be doing so great." Avery wanted to be as blunt with you as possible. You look down, mentally slapping yourself when you started to feel bad for him. Before you can press Avery as to why he feels that way, she treads down the hallway.

You close your door and lean against it, sighing at the feeling trailing through your body right now. Shutting your laptop, you head into your bathroom, running the shower.

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You envelop a white towel around yourself, closing the glass shower door. Walking over to the mirror, you close your eyes for a moment before opening them again and shaking your head. Hearing a blow to your door, you clutch onto your towel and make your way out of the bathroom. Slightly opening the door, you peak through.

"Hello?"

"Y/N. It's Ms. Mead."

"What's up?"

"Michael said to get dressed and meet him downstairs." You raised an eyebrow.

"Okay." you finally said, shutting the door.

You slipped on a cami top with a pair of black jeans, completing your outfit with a matching jean jacket. After drying most of your hair, you exited your room and marched down the stairs, Michael waiting for you at the bottom.

"Hey," you said, with a smile, stopping on the stairs. You decided it wouldn't hurt to exude some kindness towards Michael.

"Hi. I'm sorry to bother you. I know you're free today and you probably have better things to do than to spend it with me, but I have some extremely crucial business to tend to and I don't want to leave you at home. So, I'm taking you with me." Walking down the last few flights of stairs, you brushed your hair out of your face.

"Actually, I don't really mind. I wasn't doing anything anyway." Michael's eyes widen at your response, as he was expecting you to throw a fit and say you're not going with him. You chuckled. "What, are you surprised? I'm not a child Michael, I'll go with you."

The entire car ride to wherever it is he's going to, you decided to show Michael some of the current songs in your playlist and went on about random topics. It was an enjoyable experience for both of you. You couldn't help but be reminded of the day you met him at the grocery store and giving him a ride home that night. Pulling up to the building, you turned the music down, unbuckling your seat belt.

Michael turned the engine off and exited the car, making his way to your side. He opened the door, extending an arm for you to grab. You took hold of his hand and pulled yourself out of the car.

Upon entering the building, you were met with two men, both with bowl cuts. One of them shooting cocaine up his nose before looking up.

"Michael!" the brunette said, walking up to the two of you. The blond one quickly wiped his nose and followed along.

"Hello," Michael responded. Both men immediately darted their eyes over to you.

"Why, hello there. I'm Mutt, this is Jeff." the man says to you.

Jeff smirks, "Who's this?"

A frown quickly makes its way onto Michael's face when he notices the eyes Jeff was making at you. Flushed with an overwhelming feeling of jealousy, Michael quickly intertwines his hand with yours. "Y/N. My girlfriend." You quickly turn to him. Jeff's smirk disappears.