As you and Michael walked to your house, you couldn't help but pick up a nervous vibe from him. You didn't want to say anything about it, but looking at him made you feel tense. "Michael, are you okay?" He nodded stiffly. Once you two got in the house, your aunt stood aggressively in front of Michael, interrogating him like an angry Chihuahua. That's what she reminded you of, anyway.
"What is your name, peasant?"
"Michael. Michael Mell."
"Why are you here in our royal abode?"
"Um, to hang out with your..." He gave your aunt a confused look. "Daughter?"
She snorted, amused. "I'm just the crazy aunt."
Before your aunt could scare Michael any further, you whisked him away to the living room, while your aunt backed down the hallway, making suggestive faces at you the entire time. The two of you sat down, not saying anything. Finally, to break the silence that was quickly becoming awkward, you said, "So, you wanna do something?" Michael nodded. "Yeah. Just... Uh, where's the bathroom?"
"Down the hall, second door to the left." you answered. While he was gone, you decided to make ramen for you two to share.
A while later...
You stood, slightly annoyed as the pot sizzled and filled the kitchen with smoke. You hurried over to the sink and put water in the pot, which contained what appeared to be a lump of coal.
"Need help?" You whirled around to see Michael standing in the doorway awkwardly. You shook your head and filled the pot with water, deciding to let that heap of coal noodles cool down before doing anything with them. You headed back to the living room, gesturing for Michael to do the same. And then you two sat down. A headache was starting to form, but you decided to ignore it, as you are someone who is responsible with their drugs and doesn't pop pain pills like candy.
"So, are we gonna do anything? 'Cuz I'm fine with just sitting here staring into your eyes, if that's what you wanna do." Michael gave you a wink. You blushed slightly.
Something's not right.
You couldn't help but wonder if it was you or Michael that it was referring to.
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Sev Elev- Michael Mell x Reader
FanfictionI dunno if anyone else thinks this, but there are not enough Michael Mell x Readers. So I wrote this. Anyway, you are the girl at the Seven Eleven that Michael goes to for his slushies every day. This will probably be one-shots with a slight storyl...
