A mischievous gaze gleamed straight across the mute male's eyes; Michael gently dipping his head as a nod while he silently repeated your words and behaved somewhat naturally...for once. As seconds started to swiftly pass by; his loving glances and affectionate touches forced your heartbeat to fly not only out-of-control, but also managed to make you feel even more embarrassed. You-He...You just couldn't help it. It was the way he made you feel. The way he acted towards you. He treated you way better than anyone else had ever made you feel. Especially previous classmates.
And his devotion towards you. His devotion towards you was almost like...almost like some sort of rewritten fanfic or something. You snuggled into his chest, absolutely adoring his actions by this point and appreciating how warmly he wrapped his arms around you. But then, all of a sudden, your unstable partner became overly-controlling; his hand curling around one of your wrists whilst his playful expression twisted into one of overwhelming possession. This firmly reminded you of the past; therefore causing you to shake your head with a soft smile and making Michael throw you a curious - but strangely adorable - head-tilt in return.
"You still haven't changed." You sarcastically spoke; rolling your eyes and raising your eyebrows at the very same time. "Seriously. Remember that time as kids...? When you wanted to keep on walking down the hallway together...? Yet all I wanted to do was grab my stuff. Y'know, from my locker...?"
"Haha! I win!" "Better luck next time~"
"You are completely and utterly evil."
"Nah, you're just salty." "Or is it that you knew I was going to win in the first place~?"
"Hey, I...I let you win that."
"I'm sure you did." "~I'm sure you did."
"You are something else."
"I guess I'll see you in class then."
"Where are you going? Don't you want to keep walking together?"
"I um...I was just going to grab my things from my locker." "Y'know, before class starts...? Shouldn't you do the same thing...?"
"Oh...yeah." "I don't care about grabbing new notebooks from my locker though. I don't do enough work to fill them up anyway."
"You don't care about any of our classes...?"
"Nah."
"You don't even like Art class...?"
"Art class is cool, I guess."
"It gives me a chance to ignore the others...completely."
"Oh..."
"Hey, I have an idea. Why don't you show me where your locker is? That way, we can always walk through the hallway together."
"Um, sure. It's right over there - the last one in the row, tucked next to the square pillar."
A soft smirk secretly tugged at the edges of the stalker's mouth; Michael clearly not caring about his previous behaviour whilst he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer, the silent male obviously finding your sarcasm to be amusing as he carried on showing his love towards you. Though, with your own compassion, you leant down besides Michael and cuddled back into his arms; finding his affection to be massively cute as you shook your head a second time. Yep, still hadn't changed. But did you really mind? Did you really care? No...No you didn't. At least, not anymore.
"Seriously...I didn't expect you to care this much..." You whispered against his lips softly, lying on your side and rubbing his shoulders. "I-I mean...Why didn't you ever try and...talk to anyone...? Why didn't you ever try and...and...I don't know, get parole or something...?"
Michael casually ignored your comment - not caring about socialism in the slightest. After all, why should he...? "ᗯᕼY ᗯOᑌᒪᗪᑎ'T I ᑕᗩᖇE TᕼIᔕ ᗰᑌᑕᕼ? I TOᒪᗪ YOᑌ ᗷEᖴOᖇE. YOᑌ ᗯEᖇE ᗰY EᐯEᖇYTᕼIᑎG TᕼEᑎ. ᗩᑎᗪ YOᑌ'ᖇE ᗰY EᐯEᖇYTᕼIᑎG ᑎOᗯ. I. ᒪOᐯE. YOᑌ. <3" [A/N: "WHY WOULDN'T I CARE THIS MUCH? I TOLD YOU BEFORE. YOU WERE MY EVERYTHING THEN. AND YOU'RE MY EVERYTHING NOW. I. LOVE. YOU. <3"]
"But y-you...you needn't go that far..." You faintly mumbled, your cheeks becoming a heavy burgundy colour after you lost control of your heartbeat and glanced down at the notepad's new message. "Besides, things could've turned out much, much differently - if...if you'd just gone Trick-or-Treating with me that night, instead."
"I ᗪIᗪ ᗯᕼᗩT I ᕼᗩᗪ TO, TO GᑌᗩᖇᗩᑎTEE YOᑌᖇ ᔕᗩᖴETY. YOᑌ ᗰEᗩᑎ EᐯEᖇYTᕼIᑎG TO ᗰE." [A/N: "I DID WHAT I HAD TO, TO GUARANTEE YOUR SAFETY. YOU MEAN EVERYTHING TO ME."] Michael wrote a few minutes later, that possessive glare never leaving his gaze while you recalled exactly what he meant.
"—And when I think about how Wesley grabbed your hair the other day...I'm just happy that he's dead."
"Wh-What did you do to Wesley—?"
"I made sure he'd never bully you again."
"Michael...W-Whatever you did..." "—you have to tell someone. W-What you're saying you've done...It's...It's wrong. I-It's...It's not right."
"Nobody seemed to care that he picked on people. Nobody seemed to care that he hurt you. And now...nobody will care about him."
"But there's no way you can hide this. It's...It's first-degree murder."
"My...safety...?" You repeated in a confused manner - not getting what Michael meant. "I don't understand...All he did was act like the typical school bully. Nothing more, nothing less. That's all."
Michael obsessively shook his head; his frustrated frame-of-mind making you feel guilty that you'd even repeated said words. But when he sternly scribbled his response, that's what made you feel even more intimidated. "ᗯEᔕᒪEY TᖇIEᗪ TO ᑭIᑕK ᗩ ᖴIGᕼT ᗯITᕼ YOᑌ Iᑎ TᕼE ᕼᗩᒪᒪᗯᗩY. ᑎOᗷOᗪY ᑭIᑕKᔕ ᗩ ᖴIGᕼT ᗯITᕼ YOᑌ. ᑎOᗷOᗪY. ᕼE GᖇᗩᗷᗷEᗪ YOᑌ ᗷY TᕼE ᕼᗩIᖇ. ᕼE TᖇIEᗪ TO ᗷᑌᒪᒪY YOᑌ Iᑎ TᕼE ᑭᒪᗩYGᖇOᑌᑎᗪ ᗯᕼEᑎ I ᗯᗩᔕ GOᑎE. ᕼE ᗪEᔕEᖇᐯEᗪ TO ᗪIE."
[A/N: "WESLEY TRIED TO PICK A FIGHT WITH YOU IN THE HALLWAY. NOBODY PICKS A FIGHT WITH YOU. NOBODY. HE GRABBED YOU BY THE HAIR. HE TRIED TO BULLY YOU IN THE PLAYGROUND WHEN I WAS GONE. HE DESERVED TO DIE."]
"Okay, okay, so he picked a fight with me. But that was one time. He was much meaner to you than he was to me." You pointed out worriedly, placing the notepad down before hugging his neck and leaning your forehead against his. "Why do you think I gave you that thank-you present...? It was to cheer you up. Y'know, to calm you down...?"
"You got this for me?"
"Yeah. It's a thank-you present."
"You don't have to thank me."
"You got a detention, all because Wesley and his friends picked on me, so the least I can do is thank you."
"That made me so mad."
"Well my Mom talked to the school counsellor - they're going to stop Wesley from picking on people...somehow. So it's all good, 'kay?"
"He deserves much worse than just "being talked to." I wish he'd just die." "...I don't feel sorry for bullies."
"Michael~"
"Not everyone can be as nice as you are."
"Yeah they can."
"No they can't."
"Yes they can!"
"No they can't!"
"Just...Just try not to think too much about the past, alright...?" You finished up sweetly, your affectionate embrace soothing his sudden anger and causing him to cheer up again. "Besides, the past is the past for a reason. You're my present, so you're also my gift."
Joy suddenly flooded across his expression; Michael's dark-blue orbs still glistening with love whilst the mute male affectionately cradled your face with his rough hands and stroked your skin, his entire body now unexpectedly on top of yours. With another surprised stare, your scarlet blush brightened; causing the silent slasher to secretly enjoy how shy you were behaving. Especially due to his sudden sadism. This is exactly how he wanted things. Just you and him. Alone. Together. Nobody in the way. Though he wasn't too sure about your parents, Ali, or any of your future plans - at least you hadn't left him.
"Don't move away from me."
"I-I don't understand...What's going on...? What's happening to you...?"
"I love you, (Y/n)."
"W-What...?"
"I said I love you. You're the only person I care about, the only person who cares about me, and the only person I can see without wanting to hurt them."
"Nobody seemed to care that he picked on people. Nobody seemed to care that he hurt you. And now...nobody will care about him."
"But there's no way you can hide this. It's...It's first-degree murder."
"I don't care. All I care about is you, and you care about me...don't you?"
"W-Well yes, I do, but—"
"So that settles it. We'll be best friends - just the two of us - and I'll tell you how much I love you every day."
"M-Michael wait—!"
"I knew as soon as I'd met you that I liked you - I even kept one of your bracelets from when we were unpacking your things together. I didn't mean to take it, but it just reminds me so much of you...and it's really pretty, just like you are. It was like we were made to be together."
"I-I thought I'd lost that bracelet—! Or at the very least, I thought that I'd forgotten to bring it with me when I moved here—!"
"Sometimes I just want to stare at you...look into your lovely (e/c) eyes...see your sweet smile...and sometimes...sometimes I can't even take how kind you are."
"M-Michael...? What...What are you—?" You asked in a tiny tone of voice, staring up at him with a curious gaze and growing even more timid. "—What are you doing...?"
"I'ᗰ ᔕᕼOᗯIᑎG ᕼOᗯ ᗰᑌᑕᕼ I ᒪOᐯE YOᑌ. ᗷEᑕᗩᑌᔕE I'ᐯE ᑎEᐯEᖇ ᒪOᐯEᗪ YOᑌ ᗩᔕ ᗰᑌᑕᕼ ᗩᔕ I ᗪO ᖇIGᕼT ᗩT TᕼIᔕ ᗰOᗰEᑎT, ᗩᑎᗪ I'ᒪᒪ ᒪOᐯE YOᑌ EᐯEᑎ ᗰOᖇE Iᑎ TᕼE ᗰOᖇᑎIᑎG. YOᑌ ᗪOᑎ'T ᒍᑌᔕT ᑕᖇOᔕᔕ ᗰY ᗰIᑎᗪ. YOᑌ ᒪIᐯE Iᑎ IT. YOᑌ ᖴᑌEᒪ IT. YOᑌ ᖴᑌEᒪ ᗰE. ᗯITᕼOᑌT YOᑌ, ᗰY ᒪIᖴE ᗰEᗩᑎᔕ ᑎOTᕼIᑎG. I KᑎEᗯ IT TᕼE ᗰIᑎᑌTE I ᗰET YOᑌ. I ᕼᗩᐯE ᑎEᐯEᖇ ᑕOᑎᔕIᗪEᖇEᗪ ᒪETTIᑎG YOᑌ GO. ᗩᑎᗪ I ᕼᗩᐯE ᑎEᐯEᖇ ᑕOᑎᔕIᗪEᖇEᗪ ᔕTOᑭᑭIᑎG ᗰY ᔕEᗩᖇᑕᕼ ᖴOᖇ YOᑌ."
[A/N: "I'M SHOWING HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU. BECAUSE I'VE NEVER LOVED YOU AS MUCH AS I DO RIGHT AT THIS MOMENT, AND I'LL LOVE YOU EVEN MORE IN THE MORNING. YOU DON'T JUST CROSS MY MIND. YOU LIVE IN IT. YOU FUEL IT. YOU FUEL ME. WITHOUT YOU, MY LIFE MEANS NOTHING. I KNEW IT THE MINUTE I MET YOU. I HAVE NEVER CONSIDERED LETTING YOU GO. AND I HAVE NEVER CONSIDERED STOPPING MY SEARCH FOR YOU. "]