Mileven/ Fillie Oneshots {COMPLETED}

mileven~ college

els POV~ they're 17

"mike, i don't wanna go to school." i whined, laying in bed, as he sighed, taking off his shirt.

"ooh." i sat up, as he rolled his eyes, putting on his shirt.

"el get up, you're gonna make us late." he chuckled,
pulling me out of bed, as i groaned, pulling the blankets w/ me.

"i'm gonna brush my teeth, you better be dressed when i'm out." he walked to the bathroom, as i sighed, falling back asleep on the floor.

two min later

"el!" he pulled the blankets off, making me whine, pulling them back.

"ugh you're mean." i groaned, finally getting up, as he sighed, putting on his shoes. i walked to the bathroom to get dressed since he's mean so he doesn't get to see this.

i walked back in the room, seeing him still sitting down, as i smirked, coming up with a good idea.

"mikey, do we haveeee to go?" i asked, sitting on his lap, as he sighed, giving me a look.

"yes."

"what if we just stayed here." i kissed his neck, as he sighed, laying down. i went up to his lips, kissing him, as i sighed, unbuttoning his shirt.

"el, stop." he pulled me off, as i frowned, crossing my arms.

"mike, we never do anything anymore. it's always school or the boys, never me."

"el, we need to go to school." he gave a look, buttoning his shirt back up.

"can't we just miss?"

"no."

"please."

"el finals are coming up."

"mikeee." i whined, sitting back on his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"don't make me carry you to the car."

i smiled cheekily, as he sighed, picking me up.

"i don't wanna gooo."

"you're acting like a child." he carried me downstairs, walking outside.

"i'll drive!"

"the last time i let you drive you almost ran us into a ditch, i'll drive." he chuckled, making me stick my tongue out at him.

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we walked into the school, as i rolled my eyes, walking to my locker.

the bell rang, as mike gave me a kiss on the cheek, walking off to class, as i grabbed my books, walking the other way.

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"mike, i'm bored." i groaned, setting my homework down, making him look up.

"i'm not in the mood el."

"what's wrong?"

"i'm stressed out about this dumb paper in calculus like why was this shit even invented?" he groaned, setting his pencil down. 

he saw me looking down, as he frowned, sitting up.

"what's wrong?"

"i don't know, we just never talk about things anymore." i shrugged, looking down.

"what do you mean?"

"you always look so depressed."

"el i'm just stressed"—

"do i not make you happy?" i asked, cutting him off.

"of course you do, el you make me the happiest guy in the world." he frowned, as i sighed, nodding slowly.