michael clifford x reader// cut my lip
Y/N walked through the busy street. In all honesty, large places gave her anxiety but she felt calm. Her teacher had once told her that since New York City had so many people, just in one street you'd pass people from 50 different countries (is that right? to be honest she hadn't seen that teacher in ages,, oof, she should really go and visit back home- she really missed it but college was very hectic)
As she continued to walk, she became more cold. At least it isn't snowing yet, she thought. She could see her breath and it made her smile. Coming from a small town and moving to NYC was a huge step and difference, but she needed this change. In her hometown she had known the same people for six years (she had moved there mid 5th grade,, and to be honest it was hard to make friends,,. it wasn't until ninth grade until she made actual friends and for that she was grateful) She had never had a boyfriend and she really only talked to three boys, (one of them was aromantic) She truly blamed her anxiety, if she weren't anxious all the time she would've had a boyfriend(probably not), at least that's what she told herself.
Anywho, she had come out of her shell (barely, but it's a working progress tbh) She had made a couple of close friends here though, but she stopped talking to those from her hometown. It's weird how they all went their different ways, it was like highschool all over again but worse (she was now on a different STATE,, and she didn't know ANYONE.)
She tried though, she became friends with her roommate, she was the opposite of her though. Luna was an outgoing badass bitch, she could outdrink anyone and was good at everything! Who would've thought you could be smart and a party person? Luna introduced her to her friends and weird enough, they clicked!
Y/N continued to walk and hummed to her music. She was listening to Cut My Lip by Twenty One Pilots (that song put her in a mood,, a good mood,. it made her feel as if she could take on the world) She was near her apartment building and began to take off her headphones. She smiled at the homeless man and gave him her extra muffin (this made her feel less of a bad person)
Going up the stairs made her a bit breathless, those last few steps really got to her. She walked slowly through her hallway, trying to catch her breath. She looked towards her door and she saw a boy (man?) her age sitting beside her door.
She held tighter onto her backpack. Her great auntie had given it to her. It had a beautiful sunflower embedded (most people said that a sunflower fitted her personality well, she had idea what that meant but she took it as s complement.)
Okay, he's either here to kill me or….. nope he's here to kill me. If I scream will Willard do anything, I have been feeding him for the last two months! He better.
“Um excuse me, why are you sitting on my doorway? Not be rude! Of course…” she blabbered.
The boy(?) smiled awkwardly (for some reason he reminded her of a racoon). He checked for the time on his watch and his eyes widened.
“Oh shit, it's been two hours already?” He asked to himself, “I'm just waiting for Luna, do you think you can let me in and wait in there? It's kind of cold.”
“How do I know that you know Luna?” y/n asked in a hushed tone, “Can you call her? That way I can be sure that you know her…”
“Um, I don't have my phone. But you can call her! Tell her it's Michael!” he hollered desperately.
“I can't sorry. I'm in a hurry and even if you knew her, you'd be in there by yourself. Sorry Michael!” she said as she opened her door. She felt bad, but she was right!
“It's fine, I get it. But I do know her! Luna Madeleine McKay, that's her full name.”
“I know but….. ya'know?” she smiled apologetically.
He nodded and closed his eyes, “You better hurry before you're late Betsy.”
“That's… not my name.”
“I know.”
. .. …
Y/N is annoyed.
Proper annoyed.
Her stupid coworker had made her work the cashier, when she knew damn well it gave he anxiety! She was ready to cry and go to bed if she was being honesty. She tried opening her door but missed like four times. She anger her head against the door frustrated.
Finally, she opened the door. She set her bag down and let a scream out. “I hate this! Stupid Anastasia!”
“Um you okay there y/n? You wanna sit down?” Luna asked worried.
“Holy shit! I thought you weren't here! And… that racoon guy is here too. This is great just great!”
“Did you just call me the racoon guy? Wow, this is great.” Michael teased her.
Y/N rolled her eyes and frowned. This was a shit day in all honesty; she had to work and go to class all in the same day. Not to mention that she just called Michael a racoon…
“Mozzarella.” y/n said in a low voice. Luna and her had come up with a word to secretly tell each other that they were overwhelmed and needed some alone time. They had never actually used it, but Luna used it nonetheless.
“Okay… let's go Michael. Let's go the park, I hear that there's a bunch of funny-looking ducks.” Luna said. She stood up and Michael quickly followed, he was confused but followed either way.
“What's up with you and ducks Luna?” Michael laughed.
“Nothing, they're just cool and chill. Don't really do anything; if I'm being honest, I'm pretty sure that I was one in my past life.”
Luna and Michael continued their conversation out side. Y/N was very grateful, but embarrassed that she was the first to used mozzarella. Yeah Luna had issues as well but y/n always seemed to be the weaker out of the two.
. .. ...
Same old thing.
It was the same thing for y/n almost everyday: eat breakfast(probs a granola bar of we're being honest,, y/n is way too lazy and doesn't have enough time to stir something up), get ready quick, go to two classes back to back and then work (a) or sleep in a bit,.do homework and then got to work (b). Thank god(a woman) that she had neither school nor work today.
She was about open her eyes when she heard a knock. So much for waking up slowly, she thought. Rubbing her eye gently, she stood up and are her way to the door.
Her phone read 9:30 am. I wonder who that could be…. Maybe Willard needs something.
Y/N opened the door and there racoon eyes stood.
“Hey,” Michael smiled.
“Hey, um Luna isn't here…” y/n stuttered.
“Yeah, I know her schedule. Is it ok if hang here for a while? My roommate has someone over…. Let's just say, I don't wanna hear anything.” Michael revealed.
“This early?!” she chanted.
“Exactly what I thought!”
Y/N smiled with comfort stepped aside motioning racoon eyes to come in. Michael smiled and huffed a thanks. Y/N looked around nervously. She had never really had a boy over (not just here,, but back how as well!)
“So, do you have have any classes today y/n?” Michael asked nonchalantly.
“Um… no. Do you have any?”
“Nope, I'm free today. So what were your plans? Should we have a movie day?” Michael said upbeat.
“Uhhh… I have no plans. If you want to we can have a movie day.”
Michael stood up abruptly and clapped his hands. “Okay, I'll go pick up breakfast. Look for a movie series or show!” And with that racoon eyes was gone.
Why is he so chill all the time?
. .. …
“Okay, that's it! I'm done. Michael stop ruining every god damn movie!” y/n exclaimed annoyed.
Michael rolled his eyes, “what are you on about? I've not ruined anything!”
She stared at the boy with wide eyes and then proceeded to scold him. She reminded him of how during the first movie he said who was the killer, during the second one he slipped out how they were going to fall in love, and this one he muttered that the best part was when they found out she was pregnant.
“That's hardly even ruining! On that last one, the name of the film is Finally. Ya should've guessed the ending y/n!” he shouted
“Well some of us are slow! Thanks a lot Michael!”
“Hey, what's going on here? Why are you two screaming?” Luna asked worried.
“Y/N here doesn't understand common sense!”
“Common sense?! That's not common sense, do you even know what's common sense!” she groaned.
. .. ...
Well this is great, just great. Why is it so fucking dark out now? Oohhh wait, it's ‘cause an idiot decided to do daylight savings.
Y/N looked around on high alert. This campus is huge, and we all know that we can't trust everyone.
“Psst. Pssssst.”
Oh my, where's that coming from? I'm for sure gonna die.
“Y/N!”
“Oh my fucking god Michael! What the fuck!”
She swung her bag at the boy. He had given her a proper scare.
“Ooof, sorry. I didn't mean to startle you. It's just that Luna told me you were afraid of walking by yourself during the night and I decided to walk you home,” Michael said sincerely.
Y/N looked at him with an annoyed face. He just looked back with awkward smile (the kind that teachers are good at.) Somehow y/n couldn't stay mad, not when he seemed genuine.
I mean his intentions were good but still!
She let him walk her to her apartment.
“So what's up with that homeless guy. He's always smiling at everyone.” Michael said.
“Ohh that's just Willard. He's nice and unharmful. He's sweet, I have a feeling like he'd be a great companion for my auntie.” Y/N blabbered.
“That's cool. He does seem pretty chill.”
After that they stayed silent. She tried to talk to Michael but he seemed a bit weird (it looked like he wanted to say something but he couldn't.) Y/N just hummed to herself and looked around.
“Well, this is me.” Y/N sighed.
“Are you not going to me invite up?” Michael pried. He looked down at her expectantly and played with her bag string. She gazed back at him and bit her lip as she thought out her answer.
“Um Luna isn't here. She'll be here in like an hour. Do want to wait up in there?” she stammered. (She was nervous, yeah she had hung out with Michael before but it now felt different. It felt like things had changed a bit between them.)
Michael sighed looking out into the busy streets. The headlights hitting both of their bodies made them squint. Y/N groaned as cars began to beep as per usual.
“No, I'll by another day. Goodnight sunflower.”
He smiled once more and walked away. Y/N stared at his shadow. She wanted to tell to come back, that they should have a movie night.
Just as she was about to call his name out, she noticed that she had cut her lip.
