only you. (m.w)

five.

"oh my god, you're lame!"
y/n laughed,
collapsing on mike's all too comfortable bed.
solely being in mikes room made y/n happier then she'd ever been.
"oh, you love me,"
he teased.
and she did.
she absolutely did.
"yeah, right. you wish, wheeler."
y/n had never talked so much in all her years of living.
especially not around a boy like mike.
mike then laid next to her,
letting the silence envelope them while they stared at the ceiling.
y/n loved everything about this moment.
she could escape all things bad with mike.
mike and the gang soon became her only source of happiness.
y/n was riding out this high.
as crazy as it sounds,
y/n had fallen in love with mike just after a weeks of knowing him.
she wasn't entirely sure what love looked or felt like.
but as she laid here in this welcoming silence,
with her heart swelling within her chest and her mind full of mike wheeler thoughts,
she realized how good she felt.
and that must be love.
"y/n?"
mike spoke,
drawing her from her imagination.
she turned to look over at him,
"mike?"
he bit his bottom lip from nervous habit.
"we can trust each other, right?"
"of course."
his hand found hers,
where he laced their fingers together as one.
his soft skin to hers made the hairs on her body stand.
she had never felt so welcomed,
so loved.
this simple act of touch from mike sent a wave of euphoria crashing over her.
she had never trusted anyone like she did in this moment.
"can..can you tell me why you're always so unhappy? whenever i ask you about home, you get this kind of sad look on your face. you get upset when you have to go home every night, but you go anyways. i just don't wanna see you unhappy, not if i can help."
y/n took in a deep, shaky breath and allowed herself to be vulnerable.
"about a few years ago, my family and i were great, you know? always happy, always smiles. i loved them with everything i had. but then i saw dad and his coworker in my parents room one day. i wasn't even supposed to be home that day. i told my mom. but when i did, she got so angry, mike. she-she was so hurt, and then suddenly was hostile all the time. especially towards me. she would throw things, cuss me out, threaten me. then my siblings saw how angry my parents were, and blamed me. after all, had i been at school like i was supposed to be i wouldn't have seen it, right? it's so...fucked! everyone's mad at me, but not mad at him. i didn't cheat, i didn't ruin their marriage, why am i to blame?!"
her voice was getting louder by now,
and years of built up frustration was now pouring into their conversation.
"so i become the forgotten middle child, who then grew into a mistake."
she tried to explain in a lower tone this time.
his face grew pitiful at her wavering emotions.
he knew how hard she was trying to keep her composure.
"so we moved here. because of my apparent mistake."
mike hurried to pull her into a tight hug.
she was growing angry by the second.
angry at her family,
angry that mike didn't love her like she did.
but as mike held her close and tighter than ever,
her festered anger dissolved into tears.
she began to cry into mikes yellow shirt.
but even through the tears in her eyes that turned her vision blurry,
she realized just how much she loved mike in yellow.
it seemed to be the perfect color for him.
"hey, hey, you're okay,"
he cooed,
running his hands down her back in support,
"i'm here now. they'll never hurt you again when i'm around. okay? i swear."