||Informality|| (Michael Mell x Reader) [Be More Chill]

||Chapter One||

You sat in your apartment - in your room.

Stillness. Silence. Tranquility.

You took a deep breath.

...And exhaled.

You remembered everything.
Of course you did.

But how could he possibly recognize you?

None of this made any sense.

You thought about deactivating your Squip - it only seemed to cause trouble for you.

Not yet, you thought.

Not yet.

And... what about that piece of paper?

That weird... glowing... parchment.

It... alluded you.

You breathed again.

You were slowly accepting everything, taking all the past events in.

Any one person would easily go insane and be undoubtedly traumatized.

But you... you had Michael.

You weren't alone. The memory of you was poking at him, prodding his subconscious.

You now had one goal.

Get Michael to remember you.

If there was anything you could do, that would be it.

It was over, but you didn't feel relieved at all. In fact, you thought the ending of it all was a bit... anticlimactic.

There's no way that's how it ends.

How are you supposed to go about a normal life now?

Especially around Michael. You even lost him at one point.

You opened your blinds and looked out the window.

The wind shook the trees and bended the blades of grass.

You decided to take a walk. To get your mind off of things, you know?

You felt like you needed that for a while.

You put your shoes on, and off you went.

Your apartment grew farther and farther behind you.

Sure, it was a bit breezy, but enjoyable nonetheless.

You absentmindedly looked around for that paper that you saw earlier.

Many things flew in the gusts of wind, but that sheet of paper didn't seem to be one of them.

You continued your walk.

And then... you saw something in the corner of your eye.

Across the street, the paper danced in the wind, occasionally touching the ground.

This felt so familiar....

The event crossed your mind again.

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Knocks on the front door interrupted the moment.

You groaned.

"I just sat down..." Michael whined, heading up the ladder. You followed.

"Jeremy?!" He exclaimed after opening the door.

There he was. Jeremy Heere in the flesh.

"Wow. Look who's Heere." You giggled.
The joke was still funny.

Michael and Jeremy chatted for a hot minute.