Michael Afton x Reader

Do..I...

I throw my self at my sofa

Y/N: AAAAAAAAAAAAAA
I HATE EVERYTHING.

I take a long sigh before pulling myself off the sofa.
I pick up my phone. I have a message from Michael.
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ᴍɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟ: ʜᴇʏ ɪ'ᴍ ꜱᴏʀʀʏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ

ʏ/ɴ: ɴᴏ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ꜰɪɴᴇ

ᴍɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟ: ᴀʟʀɪɢʜᴛ, ᴡᴇʟʟ ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘ.. ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛᴏᴏ

ʏ/ɴ: ᴏᴋ..

ᴍɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟ: ɢᴏᴏᴅ ɴɪɢʜᴛ :)

ʏ/ɴ: ɴɪɢʜᴛ
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I take myself upstairs, dress and climb into bed.
It was that night that I was nightmare free, allowing me to sleep well.

I wake up. I have today off so I don't need to do anything really  but I still get dressed.
The time reads 2pm.
2pm
Y/N: 2PM WHAT THE F-

My phone rings

Y/N: -UCK... who is..

Michael is calling.

Y/N: hello?

Michael: um hey.. I've had a pretty crazy week at work. And um.. well can you pick me up at 6am?

Y/N: you want me to pick you up at 6am? Why is that?

Michael: my car is at the garage. It needs fixing. I'm in town around 12 so I can walk down the road but I dont wanna walk all the way home at 6.

I would never do this.
For anyone.
But its Michael so I guess I can make an exception.

Y/N: haha okay then! See you!

Michael: thank you bye..

He hangs up.

Why do I do these things for him. Do I like him.. do i.. like..him...
I.. like...him...what nonono
I can't he is an idiot but.. one of the sweetest idiots I know..
Yeah.. I think I do like him.

                     

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