| TROUBLE MAKER | Michael X Fem Reader

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"Dude... I fucked up real big this time.." Michael sighed.

"About what this time again- Wait wait wait.. I'm guessing it's about that Alice girl." He rolled his eyes, he showed  an uninterested expression on his face before speaking once more again.

"You know what? There's nothing interesting about your love life anyway. Ain't interested in some kind of... Dolly plastic love so let me just take my leave" Jeremy stood up from his seat and turned around, ready to leave Michael but Michael suddenly spoke, stopping Jeremy from walking with just his words

"I wish it was but No.. it's not about her... this time, It's about y/n.." he muttered, but it was surely loud enough for Jeremy to hear. Jeremy remained standing, as if like he was battling if he should hear Michael's rants or go home and watch some boring shows that are showing on the television. But Then finally, he turned himself around, showing Michael a pissed expression

"Oh now let me guess that too. You almost killed her—AGAIN— and she cried and now you feel guilty." Michael then frowned upon seeing Jeremy cross his arms in annoyance

"Could you stop with that "let me guess"???? Just Hear me out now!" He furiously sighed, aggressively scratching his head out of annoyance.

"I do that at least ten times a week—or so—when I'm with you!" He yelled

"Oh Jeremy! Alice did bla bla bla! Oooh Jeremy! Y/n did bla bla bla!" He mocked Michael, copying even his accent but making it more dramatic and unbritish like.

"Alice this, Y/n that, I love this, I hate that, GIRLS ARE THE ONE WHO'S SUPPOSED TO BE ACTING LIKE THIS!!!" He yelled, which sent Michael to his silence.

Jeremy groaned and scratched the roots of his hair in annoyance

"Fine I'll hear your shit out! And this, this is the last time I will be doing this!" Then he finally sat, with his arms stubbornly crossed. Michael's eyes gleamed and light found a way on his face. Michael cleared his throat and started speaking.

"Okay...so...I know that it'll make me a total jerk to say it after what I did to her and what I said behind her back but.. man..." he paused with a deep sigh

"I like y/n.... I like her." He turned his head down on his feet, unable to lock eyes with Jeremy as he confessed his feelings. He is trying so hard to hide his face from jeremy thanks to the shame and embarrassment wrapping all around him.

Jeremy didn't speak for a while making Michael a little anxious. He felt like the air got thicker and Jeremy's silence made him feel like he's deaf. He turned his head up again once he'd finally had the courage to question why he was so quiet. And the first thing he noticed— out of all the curves and lines on Jeremy's face— was his eyebrows creasing ever so hardly on his face

"Dude. What's happening with you." Jeremy placed a hand in Michaels broad shoulder

"I don't know." He blandly answered him without even looking at his eyes, following by crossing his arms.

Jeremy let a disappointed sigh out, shaking his head left and right. He took his hand back from staying on Michaels shoulder too much

"You need to get yourself together Michael. I joined your group because I thought you were better than... This." Jeremy's eyes traveled from the tip of his toes to the last standing strand of his brown hair.

"You can't make up your mind on who you actually like, you keep on denying all things or easily taking things, you make things more complicated and blame it either to yourself or others, and that makes you weak." He said, or even warned perhaps. Noticably, his tone sounding more serious and deep, alerting Michael to take the words he's blabbering seriously