𝐢𝐟 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐭 𝐮𝐩- 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐫
masterlist. 1.7k words. slightly suggestive, kissing, enemies to lovers (if u squint). drinking, bickering. title from ‘shut up’ by ariana grande. guys i think mike just talks SO much and.. yeah. requests r open!!!!
part two here !
‘michael, do you ever fucking shut up?’ you groan, glaring at him. he gives you a cocky, shit-eating grin like usual, before continuing his monologue with even more enthusiasm. you roll your eyes, dragging your knees closer to your chest and crushing your headphones over your ears even harder. he notices, and simply talks louder. you think you might kill him.
max had warned you, when you’d declared you wanted to meet her friends. lucas had seemed lovely, so you figured they’d all be easy to get along with. she’d given you a skeptical glance, and said that ‘mike was a pain in the ass.’ you should’ve listened.
your bickering had basically become routine now. he’d talk too much, you’d kick his ankles up as he walked, and you’d both go to bed angry and wake up angrier. maybe you should be exhausted- but you’re not.
max is always on your side. she has to be, through obligation, but she’d choose to be anyway. you both find michael wheeler a rather annoying figure.
she comes to sit beside you, and you pull down the headphones.
‘hey, did you hear about kennie’s party later?’ she asks, and you nod.
‘yeah, d’you wanna go?’
she pauses, thinking, and mike interrupts.
‘we’re watching a movie tonight.’ he reminds you both, and you roll your eyes.
‘who’s we, wheeler?’
‘you. and max. and everyone else sat here, idiot.’ he retorts, and you roll your eyes.
‘mm, no offence but i’d rather be out with max.’
if he actually is offended, he hides it quickly.
‘alright, fair enough. then let’s all go.’
you shoot him an alarmed glare, mirroring everyone else’s expression.
will shrugs. ‘i’m happy to go.’
you frown at him, and he lifts his arms up innocently.
‘okay, byers will come with us. but you being there will just ruin it, michael.’ you reply coldly. mike shrugs.
‘shame. maybe you’ll regret not just staying for a movie, afterwards.’
you nearly leap at him, eyes blazing, but max holds you back.
you’d figured he was joking, when you and max walk into the crowded lounge, music blaring in your ears. you’d grabbed the first drink someone had offered you, nursing it slowly, letting the beat snake through your skin.
‘no fucking way.’ max hissed, watching all four of the boys step in sheepishly.
you grit your teeth.
‘what are you doing here?’ you seethe, arms folded, and mike smirks.
‘i mean, i did say we’d come.’
‘oh, shut up. we all know you’re just here to be a douche.’
mike shrugs. ‘maybe.’
he pauses. ‘you know, you really do tell me to shut up a lot. it’s almost getting on my nerves.’
‘i wonder why.’
you head back to max after that, trying to calm your anger.
‘i just don’t get why he has to ruin everything. i know you told me he’s bad, but i just wasn’t expecting him to be this bad. it’s been months, and i don’t thinks he’s been quiet for longer than five minutes.’
max laughs, and you relax a little. ‘tell me about it. he’s truly insufferable. but, we all still love him. you’ll come around, trust me.’
you shake your head. ‘the day i like michael is the day everything’s gone to shit. don’t even suggest it.’ you grumble, and she shrugs, pulling you towards where everyone is dancing in the kitchen.
you’re not sure how long has passed, or how much you’ve drank, before you realise you’ve lost max, and you have the rather sudden urge to go home.
‘hello, have you seen a girl with red hair?’ you ask the guy nearest to you , words a little desperate, and he just shakes his head.
‘max left with lucas a minute ago. she told me to come find you.’ comes a voice, and you hate that you can recognise it. it bores into your skull, and you decide you’d rather be alone than be stuck with mike right now.
‘m’fine. don’t need you babysitting me.’ you mumble, swaying a little as you try to prove you’re okay, and mike laughs.
‘not babysitting. just didn’t want to leave you by yourself. just let me know when you want to go, alright?’
you turn now, to face him. his tone is kinder than usual, a little softer, and you don’t want to ram your fingers in your ears. he meets your eyes, lips forming that well known grin, but this time you don’t want to slap it off his face.
you admire him carefully, lingering on his features. a slightly disgusting conclusion hits you- michael wheeler is attractive, when he’s not talking.
‘huh.’ you mutter, and he raises an eyebrow.
‘huh?’
‘n’thing.’
he smiles, pupils slightly dilated, and you realise he’s clearly a little tipsy too.
‘d’you want to dance?’ you blurt out, and it’s far too late to take it back, because he’s already staring at you with a little surprise.
‘me?’
‘who else am i talking to, wheeler? don’t be stupid.’
he chuckles, shifting forward a little.
‘alright.’
you step back, giving him space to follow you, but you’re a little off-balance. he grabs the side of your waist casually, letting his hands rest there, humming along to the melody of the song.
‘y’know, this is actually quite a good song, which is surprising. kennie doesn’t strike me as the type-‘ he begins, and you frown.
‘are you about to tell me to shut up?’
you nod, and he laughs, but he doesn’t move away from you, keeping his hands planted.
at some point, he must get fed up, because he’s dragging you outside. the air cools you, and you smile.
‘y’alright?’ he asks quietly, and you nod.
‘mhm. you? you look.. warm.’
he hums. ‘yeah, i am. lots of people in there.’
kennies house is on the same street as mikes, but you’re still glad for the short walk, because it helps clear the fog in your mind.
‘is everyone back at yours?’
mike shrugs. ‘i assume so. wouldn’t know for sure. think will and dustin might even still be in there.’ he replies, nodding to the half-open door you’d just left through, and you laugh.
‘glad they’re having fun.’
mike nods. ‘and i didn’t really ruin your evening, did i?’ he jokes, but the question sounds half serious. you pause, as if to think.
‘no, you were okay. first time for everything.’
when you make it to the basement, it’s empty. you both tumble onto the couch, and you stretch your legs over his absent mindedly.
‘you know,’ he begins, glancing down at your frilled socks, ‘i do think max and lucas might actually make it. like, you know how high-school relationships aren’t meant to last, or whatever-“ he says, and you consider telling him to be quiet, but you hesitate. instead, you stare. you don’t have much energy to do anything else.
his hair is a little erratic, messy in all the right places, and his pupils kind of blur into his eyes. his words drone into one, monotonous sound, but you’re fixated on the curve of his lips, the half-smile when he says something clever, the slight flush in his cheeks.
you have the rather sudden urge to kiss him.
“mike?”
he blinks. ‘yeah?’
he knows whats coming. he knows exactly what you’re going to say, and he’s going to grin and brush it off, but he was almost enjoying the idea that you were listening to him, for once.
‘shut up.’
and then you’re sat up, leaning forward, and kissing him.
he tastes like cola and something bitter, and for a second, he does nothing. he freezes, pure panic flashing through his eyes.
you pull back, smiling up at him, looking completely victorious.
‘finally. peace and quiet.’
you watch him short-circuit, watch him press a finger to his lips, which now have your smudged lip gloss over them. you watch his mouth stretch into an instinctive grin.
‘holy shit. you’re into me.’ he concludes, and you laugh.
‘i don’t know what you’re talking about, wheeler. desperate times call for desperate measures.’
‘what, you’re saying you’re not fighting the urge to just- lean back in and do that again?’ he challenges, and you shrug.
‘nah, not really. unless you want me to.’ you raise, and he doesn’t even pause to breathe.
‘yeah. i do.’
you don’t even have a second to count this a win, to throw that cocky grin back at him, before he’s pulling you towards him.
your lips crush together, desperate and stupid, teeth nearly clashing together. you hear him groan a little when you feel you nip the edge of his mouth, but it’s quickly forgotten.
‘this is insane. you know that, right?’ he murmurs, mumbling agaisnt you, and you sigh.
‘wheeler. have you learnt nothing? shut-‘ you begin, but he cuts you off, dragging you back into him. he sits up straighter as you practically crawl on top of him, hands snaking in his hair. you feel him shiver, and you have to bite back a smile.
his hands shake a little as they settle on your back, keeping you close, and then you can’t hold it back.
‘dork.’ you whisper, and he frowns.
‘you know, you’re quite pretty.’ you admit, fiddling with the hair that’s curling at the nape of his neck.
he scoffs, but it’s a little breathless, and you swear you can see him blush.
“yeah, whatever. j’s keep kissing me.’ he croaks, grabbing the sides of your face greedily, ignoring you as you near gasp for air. he really is warm, and you can feel the heat of his body pressed below you.
‘mike-‘ you gasp, but you’re not the only one gasping.
‘what the fuck?’
max and lucas glare at you both from the top of the basement stairs.
‘shit.’ mike mutters, and you screw your face up awkwardly.
‘what. is going on?’ max asks, and you inhale.
‘we’re… drunk?’ mike tries, and you roll your eyes, beginning to shimmy away from him. he doesn’t let you, though. his hands keep you firmly on top of him, grinning up at you. he knows this is indefinitely more embarrassing for you than it is for him, and you hate that his determination nearly makes you laugh.
‘i was trying to shut him up.’ you shrug, and max narrows her eyes.
‘there’s other ways to do that.’
‘i mean, not really.’ lucas argues wisely, and mike nods.
‘this way is definitely the most effective.’
read part two here.