Gamers // Michael Clifford AU

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*Luna's POV*

I can't believe I almost gave away myself to Michael. Why the fuck would I call him Wazowski? I hope he didn't know. I hope he doesn't know I'm Luna. Oh my god.

The stress of my exam is already eating me up but the stress of Michael knowing that I'm Luna is even more agonizing.

He doesn't know Luna, he doesn't know.

Breathe.

It's going to be okay.

I prep for my upcoming exam and try my best to calm down. Even if he did know it was me, he'd text me right?

"Okay class, we will begin shortly. Pull out your pencils."

Oh god. I'm so dead if I fail this.

-

"Pencils down. Please bring your exam to my desk. Have a great break."

I say goodbye to my teacher and leave the class.

"Sam!" I hear in the distance.

Oh no.

"Hey Sam!" Michael shouts, running towards me.

"Hey Michael." I say.

"How'd you do?" he asks.

"Honestly, I probably passed but I'm not too sure. How about you?"

"Flunked it. I know i did."

"I doubt it. Science is easy. English is literally satans child."

He laughs.

I absolutely love hearing his laugh in person rather than over xbox live.

I wish I could tell him, I wish he knew.

I just can't. He'd hate me for keeping it from him this long.

-

"Hey Sam, you should like text me sometime?" Michael says, nervously.

I start to freak out, if I give him my number he'll know i'm Luna.

"Uhh, my phone is actually dead."

"Oh.. How about I just give you my number?"

He grabs my hand and writes his number across my palm. The ghost of his hand lingers on me for a bit.

What is he doing to me?

-

I start walking home since theres really no point in me staying at school if I finished my exam.

Mike Wazowski: 11:07am // how'd your exam go

Lunatic: 11:07am // i think i passed but i'm not certain, how about yours?

Mike Wazowski: 11:08am // totally failed, i can feel it in my balls

Lunatic: 11:09am // ew, never say that to me again please

Mike Wazowski: 11:09am // just being honest

Lunatic: 11:11am // i'm gonna go back to sleep because i'm tired as fuck so ttyl wazowski

I lay in bed and question how Michael doesn't know I'm Luna. Doesn't he recognize my voice? I recognized his. I start to feel offended that he hasn't recognized me yet. But I laugh it off, it's a relief that he doesn't know who I am. He'd be pissed.

I awake and the time is 2:43pm. Good nap.

I text Michael to see if he's up for a game of team death match since theres really nothing else to do.

Lunatic: 2:57pm // hey michaelangelo get online

Mike Wazowski: 3:03pm // yeah gimme like 5 mins

Lunatic: 3:04pm // okay

He finally comes online and I invite him to a party.

"Let's play zombies." I say.

"We never play zombies?" He states.

"I know, I suck at zombies and that's why I want to play. It'll be funny."

"I suck too, okay."

I start a zombies lobby and put the level on hard so it could be a bit more fun.

I start the match and begin to freak out, I'm going to die at least 10 times.

No, 10 is an understatement. Maybe 20.

"Okay Luna, we can do this. Let's try to make it up to round 10 at least."

"That won't happen, but okay."

-

It's round five now and I've gotten down like eight times and Michael went down like 4 times.

Right now I am currently down, while Michael clutches this game.

(Clutch: to try to stay alive and not fuck uo the team)

"I hate you Luna. Why are we playing zombies we suck."

"Round five isn't bad." I say, holding in my laugh.

"Round five is pretty damn bad-- AHHHGGGHHH"

Michael screams into the mic, and by the sounds of it he also threw his controller.

That's when he goes down and the game ends.

I start laughing hysterically.

"Michael? Are you still there? What the fuck happened?"

I know exactly what happened, he was conducting a train, when it starting going out of control and as he turned around a zombie popped right into his face and scared him shitless. I only asked to hear what he has to say.
(a train; a really large amount of zombies following you)

"HOLY FUCK." he finally says. "DID YOU FUCKING SEE THAT? I'M NEVER PLAYING ZOMBIES AGAIN."

I start laughing again.

"You screamed like a little girl."

"I did not." He defends.

"Mhm, okay Wazowski."

"No but for real that was the scariest shit ever, that mother fucker jumped right in my face."

I try my best to hold in my laugh.

"That's it, we're definitely playing zombies again." I say.

-

The next morning arrives and I dread this final exam.

That means only half a year left of school but, I still dread the exams.

This final exam is for math. Which to be honest isn't the worst. I'm pretty darn good at math actually.

I start to feel relieved.

I wonder if Michael has an exam today? I feel like I haven't seen him in a while even though I saw him yesterday morning.

It's pretty weird that I can say I see Michael but Michael thinks I live halfway across the world.

I am a terrible person.

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