think. {mike wheeler x reader}

twenty one

i stood in the cold rain, walking along the side of the road. when i walked, between my legs aches. my hair felt sticky and stringy, mascara running down my cheek, i stuck my hands in my windbreaker jacket, it kinda felt stick from rain too.

my jeans stuck together, from the rain soaking them. my shoes sploshed in the puddles and squeaked.
i was freezing.

a car with bright lights pulled up and ushered me inside. i attempted to make the face out, it was a girl. i couldn't tell who, i felt fucked up.
my vision was blurry. i don't remember what day it was or what i did before.

i got inside, almost vomiting every step i made, i couldn't see straight, the girl put a hand on my arm and suddenly i was in a bathroom

a shower was obviously turned on, i could hear the droplets of hot water trickling on the floor and the steam all around me.

i look down at myself. covered in puke and already soaking wet.

i undress and get into the shower, i'm shivering. when i stepped in my whole body stung. it was hot, so hot it felt cold.

i sssssed as i started to wash my body, dumping soap into my hand. the room felt oddly familiar. like it was from  a dream.

i hear a crinkly noise, it's the shower curtain peeling back, i jump and attempt to cover myself up

it's mike, and he's looking me up and down

"what? it's nothing i haven't seen before" he giggles, stripping and getting in with me.

"i don't get it" i mumble, slurring my words allowing myself to slump into his arms.

"what don't you get?" he looks up at the ceiling then to me, grasping my arms

"how did i get here and what happened"

silence fills the very non silent room

"nancy found you wandering on the side of the road in the pouring rain." mike holds me tightly and kisses my cheek

"but where was i coming from" my eyes roll back a bit, i have no idea what's happening to me; and mike looks worried.

"w- you seriously don't remember? like you have no memory" he says
i shake my head, i think i'm gonna puke if i move

"babe you walkied me saying you had a project witch richardson and not to be worried because you had a knife with you" mike says, turning me to look at him and grabbing my shoulders

i think for a second. it all makes sense now

now let's go back in time

"today you'll be doing projects. please make sure after school you're working on those projects. please. i'm picking partners" i groaned at the last part, as did everyone else

"okay okay let's see, connor and olivia" i groaned again

"alex and junior" i zone out for a second, waiting for my name

"and richardson and y/n" he reads the last group. i mentally curse at myself and stand up to walk over to him.

richardson pov.

she was at my house. i could smell her apple shampoo from across the bed, so pungent. i noticed how everyday she brought a different chapstick. monday it was pomegranate, she had a cold on tuesday, wednesday it was peppermint and today it was mixed berry. something bugged me about the way she applied it, it was like she was asking for it.
i also took noticed that every time before 8th period she would get a dasani water bottle from the vending machines. every time she sipped from the bottle, her upper lip had a thin layer of water on it, either wiping it off or licking it.

she's leaning over where she's sitting and working on proportions for a drawing she's doing on the project.

"do you want some fruit punch?" i ask stumbling over my words. she looks at me, a smile creeping on her face. she fiddles with her hair coils on her wrist, in which she would wear the same everyday. blue hair braid and a yellow coil on her left hand, yellow hair braid and blue and purple marble coil on the right.

"sure" y/ns teeth show when she smiles. but her gums didn't, it was the perfect ratio. her face was symmetrical too.
i walk out of the room, pouring her a glass of red fruit punch.
i slip something into her drink and wait until it fizzes out. i go back into the room and hand her the fruit punch, in which she takes a sip from.

i think you know what happened next

but i won't go into detail

end of flashback

"m-mike" i say, unable to control my sobs

"what?" he strokes my cheek

"i think i cheated?" i question biting my lip.
mikes face turns.

"what? how i- eh-" mike says, i kinda cut him off

"he slipped something into my drink!" i say grabbing his wrists.
his face softens

"oh- i'm sorry baby-" i cut him off with a kiss, tears stream down my face as the boy holds my face in his hands, staring at me.

"you need to get home, hop is waiting" mike says, i'm still in denial, i shake my head with my eyes closed

"call him, tell him i'm staying over i- i don't wanna leave" i cry letting the warm water hit my shoulders.

mike stays silent and also shook his head

"i want to, y/n but i cant. he won't allow it."

"let me speak to him" i say bluntly.

i punch the number into the phone, mike stands behind me knawing at his thumb waiting for me.

it rings and a mans voice answers

"hello? y/n?" hopper said

"hey dad, uhm" my voice cracks

"can i stay over at maxes?" i ask squeezing my eyes shut in cringe of my lie

the line goes silent

"sure kid, but be back tomorrow afternoon. please. love you goodnight" he hangs up.

mike pov

fuck. this is exactly what i didn't want to happen.
what if she wants to have sex? if she's pregnant isn't that bad for the baby? will it get hurt or... will she have twins??

even worse,, if y/n stays over tonight i feel like i have to tell her my mistake. i'm so nervous. but we're gonna do it.