𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 | 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐨𝐧

✰ Pt. 3 ✰

(TW - some blood, mention of abuse, drinking and smoking)

I knock on the door and wait for them to answer. As I'm waiting I get a text from my aunt.

'Hey, y/n. I just want to check in with you. Are you doing okay? Anything new going in? I would love to visit one day :)' she texts

'Hi! I'm doing great, nothing new really, I got a job and made a new friend though! I do hope you can visit soon. How are you?' I text her back

The 3 dots show up after I text. Then they go away. And then come back. And go away.

Eh, she's 86. Slow and fat hands. Maybe that's why.

—

"Y/n!!" Chris opens the door and hugs me

"Hi, Chris!!" I hug him back

"Mike is in his room if you want to know" He tells me

"Ok" I smile at Chris "Thank you"

He smiles and runs to his mom to help set the table.

'Such a sweet boy'

I knock on Mikes door

"Come in" he says

I open the door and plop on his bed "hii" I say

"Hi," he says, not looking up from his phone "Have you heard of this new game? It's called [g/n]" (game name)

"Obviously, it's all everyone plays these days. I find it kind of boring" I say

"Why are we friends?" He looks at me

"Geez, people have opinions" I turn to him

We both laugh

I turn to him, not realizing that his darkish ocean blue eyes are staring at me as I say that.

He looks back down at his phone and continues his game

I stare at him, not noticing that I'm blushing. I never realized how hot he is. 'Shut up, y/n. You guys are just friends. Besides, if I do anything it could ruin our friendship'

"Michael! Y/n! Time for dinner" Mrs. Afton calls

"Coming" Michael says, getting off his phone "you coming, y/n?

"Yeah." I shake my head and get up

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We walk downstairs and head to the table. Chris pats on the seat next to him while looking at me.

I walk over and sit down. The food looks delicious. I grab a fork and hold out my plate to serve myself some food.

"Gee, Thanks, Mrs. Afton!" I thank her, As I scoop some rice on my plate.

"My pleasure!" She looks at me.

I start digging into my food and enjoy. I start eating the soft white rice.

I guess I don't notice that some pieces are sticking near my mouth. I only realize when Michael suddenly leans over, rises his arm and wipes it off like a car windshield..but...cuter.