hi would u write for rodrick heffley? iโm living off of crumbs lmaoooo
paring : rodrick heffley x f!reader.
warning(s) : none.
a/n : yall oh em gee i havent been on tumblr in so long holy shit๐ญ missed y'all๐ช also i'm writing f!reader cus thats what im used to but if ya need me to write it differently i could try and do so ๐ซก๐ซก
in which y/n & rodrick try to bake cookies for a thanksgiving party but fail horribly.
it was thanksgiving weekend and rodrick's family next door was throwing a party. everyone had to bring a dish if they wanted to enter, so there you were; in your house next door, trying to bake a batch of last minute cookies with rodrick.
he pulled out the cookie dough from the fridge, slapping the package on the counter, "soooo.." he sighed. "do you know how to do this?" rodrick questioned, looking at the package of cookie dough as if it were a question from his previous math test.
"sure i do!" you said hesitantly. "you just have toโ i dunno." you sighed as well.
"well okay.. that's fine. that's alright! neither of us know how to bake fucking cookies but that's decent!" he tried to be enthusiastic but he just sounded stupid.
"rodrick no, we're being fucking dumb. we don't even have to make the cookie dough. how are we gonna fuck this up if the cookie dough is already made?!" you rambled, slapping the cookie dough.
"i don't know man! it's you and i, and we could never cook!"
"we've never even tried cooking, dumbass!" you slapped your forehead. "y'know what, directions exist for a reason; let's read the directions." you told him, taking a deep breath.
"nuh-uh! directions are for babies, y/n. we're highschoolers, we can do this without that dumb shit." he scoffed.
"yeah, we're highschoolers that don't know how to bake cookies," you bit the inside of your cheek. "if you don't wanna read the directions then be the director! go on, i'll follow."
"fine! then i will," he folded his arms. "why dont we just roll up the cookie dough into a ball, place it on a paper plate then pop it in the oven?" he said proudly. "ya ever thought of that smartass?"
"i'm glad i haven't, 'cause what in the world kind of plan was that. you sound like a kindergartener rodrick." you narrowed your eyes at him and he looked at you offended. "seriously?! a big ball of cookie dough, on a paper plate, in the oven? we'll blow up or something!"
"will not!" he argued.
"gosh, i'm dating someone insane," you muttered.
"well do you got a better plan? 'cause if you do, i'd like to hear it." rodrick scoffed.
"how 'bout we, i dunno, read the directions?"
he groaned, giving in. "fine. just so we can get this over with so we could finally feast back at my house."
you chuckled and picked up the package, reading what it says; step #1 โ get a trey. step #2 โ put small pieces of dough onto the trey. step #3 โ bake the cookies in the oven at 350ยฐ for 10-12 minutes. step #4 โ take them out let them sit for a bit & feast on your cookies!
"that's basically what i saidโ"
"that's the complete opposite of what you said." you cut him off, shaking your head. you both did as the directions said; rodrick handed you the trey and you covered it with parchment paper while rodrick was preheating the oven. you and rodrick made small balls of dough together and placed them on the trey, spaced out good enough.
once they finished doing all that, rodrick popped the trey of cookies into the oven and closed it. once they finished, they pumped their fists in the air, celebrating. "woohoo! we so just did that!" you gave him a high five.
"definitely! i can't wait for them to be done!"
"yup, then we can finally go to your place and feast on the funnel cake your mom made." you licked your lips.
you both cheered and went over to the couch in your living room and watched tv. you guys were so indulged in the movie that was playing that you forgot about the cookies. except the smell reminded the both of you. "rodrick! the cookies!" it's definitely been over 10-12 minutes since you guys last popped those in the oven.
"fuckfuckfuck" rodrick hurriedly took out the cookies which looked burnt but still looked edible. you both sighed, "well we tried?"
"did we rodrick, did we?"
"yes we did." he nodded slowly. " atleast that's what we'll tell them," he chortled, grabbing two paper plates and stacking the cookies on it neatly, he made his way to the front door while you followed. he handed you one of the plates, as he unlocked the front door, "after you m'lady."
"never call me that again," you both laughed and he shut the door behind him locking it. he picked a cookie from the top of the stack, "cheers to shitty cookies on thanksgiving?"
you chuckled and grabbed the cookie on the top of your stack, "cheers to shitty cookies on thanksgiving." you clinged your cookies together and then took a bite.
god were they burnt.
you both forced yourselves to choke it down. "i'll stick to your mom's funnel cake." you sighed as rodrick unlocked his front door.
"yeah same."
susan answered with a grin, "hello y/n! come in, come in!" she stared down at your cookies and her grin morphed into a different look, "are those edible?" she motioned to the cookies in your guys' hands.
"well yeah, but i advise that you don't eat them. leave it to the little ones to chow it down." you snorted and rodrick nodded in agreement.
hey guys, if u sent in a request & i promise i'm getting all these requests done ๐ช. school has been biting my ass but yk.. i'm getting done what i can. luv y'all ๐.
Can you write some Mike Wheeler fluff, where he gets a bit jealous and annoyed and he doesn't know how to express his emotions so he just shows her a lot of affection when they're alone, like kisses and cuddling.
Thank you <33
JEALOUS by eyedress.
pairing : fem!reader x mike wheeler
warning(s) : none.
wrds frm seb! : first off, TYSMM ๐ซถ second of all, LOOK WHO'S BACK BABIESSSSS!! yup, me!! third of all, this is so mike LMAOO๐ญ luv this sm. p.s. this is hella short so sorry sorry
whenever mike got jealous, he would always try to not show it. but even though he tries to hide it, the aggitated expression is clearly visible on his face.
everytime he sees you talking with another guy, he can't help but feel a pang of jealousy. he knows you wouldn't be disloyal with him, and that he's the only guy you love but he still gets jealous anyway. he can't help it!
mike hates it when other guys flirt with you. why is that guy flirting with my girlfriend? he scoffs. he doesn't wanna seem like an ass, so he doesn't say anything to you about it 'cause maybe the guy is just trying to be friendly and he's overthinking it. but no way! my girlfriend's way too pretty and funny for him to be talking to her in a friendly way. he totally likes her. he thinks again.
the frown on his face could reach the ground, and his shoulders dropโ his posture is horrendous as he watches and (barely) listens to the conversation you two have.
when you notice his expression change, you ask him what's wrong, but he brushes it off which leaves you confused most of the time.
then the second you arrive at home, mike is smothering you with affection. when you're laying down, watching tv, he's laying on you with his arms wrapped around your waist. he'll occasionally mutter a few words, and press a few kisses on your skin. "are you alright mike?" you asked him, running your hands through his hair.
"peachy." he replied. he dug his head into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent.
"you sure? you looked upset earlier when i was talking to that guy?"
he sighed, "that was earlier. i'm in right now."
"what does that even mean?"
"it means that that was earlier, right now i'm content since i'm in your arms." he mumbled. "that guy โ he totally had a fat crush on you. i bet he did." he said lazily. you could tell that he was probably falling asleep by the way he was speaking.
"and why do you think that?"
"he laughed at every little thing you said or did. not in a way where he was making fun of you but in a way where he has a crush on you."
"sure mike," you laughed. "all he did was ask for directions. he was only laughing because he went the total opposite way." you sighed. "and even so, you're the only one i have eyes for mike. i have the fattest crush on you."
despite the boy being half asleep, his cheeks flushed in embarrassment. "no i totally knew that." he murmured. "i also have the fattest biggest crush on you too. we should date."
"we should date. we'd make a pretty cute couple." you chuckled at the boy. next thing you know, you felt his scattered breathing against your neck which meant he fell asleep. you sighed contentedly.
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pairing : miles fairchild x fem!reader
warning(s) : semi-detailed description of a dead body
wrds frm seb! : 01. y'all this is gonna be shit bc i'm writing it late at night but idc bc its spooktober and im motivated to post this . 02, modern au , they're at y/n's house . 03, semi ooc miles ๐ช
IN WHICH you and miles scare your little sister and her friends
"are you sure you two are gonna be okay?" your mother asked frantically, biting her lower lip.
"yes, mom. we're gonna be perfectly fine." you reassured her, patting her shoulder.
"isn't it quite cold? shouldn't you two need a jacket?" she furrowed her eyebrows.
"no mrs. l/n, we'll be fine without one. thank you, though." a small smile tugged at miles' lips, as he put the michael myers mask on the side of his head.
"make sure you watch your little sister." she said worrily, as your little sister, libby, walked into the kitchen where you all were.
"she's 10, mom. she's in the double digits, she'll be perfectly fine." you sighed.
"plus, i'm going with my friends!" libby pitched in.
"i don't care. y/n, please for the love of god, watch over your sister and her friends." your mother pleaded.
"but mom-!" you and your sister both tried reasoning with your mother, only for your mom to cut you both off.
"nope. watch your sister. bye bye!" your mom grumbled, storming off to her bedroom.
you grabbed the ghostface mask off the kitchen counter. "bye ma!" you called out, just to let your mother know that you're leaving. you let your sister out the door first, then miles, then you walking out last.
the cold autumn air hit both of your guys' faces. you pulled the ghostface mask over your face. your sister automatically ran over to her group of 3 friends who was waiting for her by the side of the house. "our costumes are so boring and basic." you frowned.
"sure, it's basic, but it isn't boring. i like mine." he teased. miles pulled his mask on his face.
"yours would look more scarier without the mask." you joked. you could sense the glare that miles was giving you under his mask.
"shut your ass up." he rolled his eyes. you both approached your sister and her friends.
your sister sighed loudly as you two approached her and her friends, "this is my sister and her boyfriend. my mom wants them to watch us." she said, motioning to you and miles.
"he's not my boyfriend." you said sternly, sending your sister a death glare through the mask.
"whatever. i see the way you two looked at eachother." your sister snickered as she started walking to the next house with her friends.
you opened your mouth to say something, but closed it cause you didn't want libby to snitch on you. "i never want kids." you mumbled.
"y/n," miles tapped your shoulder, "wanna play a trick on them?"
"what would that trick be?" you arched your eyebrows, wondering what prank your best friend had in mind.
"telling them fake ghost stories about that empty house in the corner." miles pointed to a house in the corner of the neighborhood. it had no halloween decorations, the grass on their lawn was dead, wood boarded up on the windows, and small vines were growing on the side of it.
"you're a genius." you grinned at him, "we could sit them down on the sidewalk next to the house, and tell them scary stories about the house."
"do we just improvise the story?"
"yeah, just go along with stuff." you smiled.
it wasn't long before you all reached the "scary" house. "jeez, you think they'll give out the big candy bars?" you joked.
"dunno. let's check!" libby gleamed. her and her friends were about to walk up to the front door, before miles stopped them.
"we wouldn't do that if we were you." he warned them. they all turned around, and looked at you two.
"why not?"
"have you not heard of the story about this house? have you guys just been living under rocks or something?" you pretended to scold them.
"what stories?" one of your sister's friends asked.
"take a seat," you motioned to the side walk, as you and miles took a seat on it as well. "so, there was a woman 9 years ago who used to live in this house. she used to absolutely love halloween. anyway, 2 weeks before halloween, she began hearing noises, feeling stuff, and seeing random figures." you started.
"she tried telling her boyfriend, but he thought she was delusional, and got into a huge argument with her. that night, the thing's she's been hearing became louder." miles continued.
"the day after that, she went missing. she wasn't as known before, nor did she have any friends, so no one went out to look for her." you stated. "long story short, she was found dead by her boyfriend. ever since then, this house has been rotting and rumor has it that her spirit still lingers. and it isn't a good spirit." you finished.
"well how'd she die?" your sister asked.
"no one knows." you shrugged.
"the only thing we know is that her boyfriend was coming over to apologize. he knocked on her door, and got no response. not so luckily for him, he had a spare key. therefor he used his spare key to enter, and found her body hanging from the ceiling." miles explained.
your sister and her friends looked mortified. absolutely terrified. "he was to stunned. he ran out immidietly, locking himself in his house. isolating himself from everyone. he started hearing stuff and seeing things. those things sounded like her. he couldn't handle that and so, he ended up, ya know, offin' himself." you said.
There was a silence, before the small group of girls went rushing to your house, away from the "scary" one, dropping their bag of candy as you watched them run off. you and miles bursted out laughing. "that was awesome."
"their moms are gonna hate us, but that's okay." you said between your laughter.
"that was a great story." miles chuckled, picking up one of the candy bags.
"it really was." you said proudly, grabbing the other two. "wanna head back and watch movies?" you asked.
"only if we get to eat this candy while we do."
"duh." you rolled your eyes.
miles playfully slapped your shoulder, as both of you walked back to your house, "your mom is gonna kill us."
wrds frm seb! : 01) ANGST ANGST ANGST . 02) this is rlly short bc im a lazy whore n yea. 03) it's also probably rlly shitty cus i rushed the ending but yk <33
boris sat at a lunch table with theo, violently stabbing his food with a fork, as he stared at you and your new boyfriend laughing together.
you had a huge grin plastered on your face, as you spoke with your boyfriend. it was a grin you never had on your face when you were with boris.
the boy was feeling mixxed emotions. he was sad, angry, and most importantly, jealous. he was jealous of how good your new boyfriend treated you. jealous because he knew he couldn't treat you that well. you and boris didn't end it on a bad note. you two were still friends.
theo sighed, as he watched the curly haired boy stab his food. theo didn't even know why you two broke up. he didn't even ask any of you. the only thing he knew was that boris came to theo's house at 3 in the morning, looking as if he got zero sleep and spent the whole night sobbing. his under eyes were dark, his eyes were red, and puffy.
just like they were at the current moment.
boris wanted to take his eyes off you so badly. because every single time he looks in your eyes, he gets lost. it's like he's in a maze, and it tortures him, 'cause there's just a shit ton of memories with you and him flooding around that maze. but that's why he couldn't take his eyes off you. so even if he TRIED to take his eyes off you, he'd miserably fail.
he watched as your boyfriend leaned in for a kiss. he saw you giggle, and kiss your boyfriend.
he felt a pang in his heart. he banged his hands against the lunch table, and walked off to the school parking lot. probably to get high and cry over a girl who he still loved, yet she was in love with another.
IN WHICH a deep conversation with boris turns into a confession .
you and boris were sitting on your roof, a pack of beer and a bottle of vodka on your side, while boris has a cigarette in his hand. you both had shot glasses next to you, empty.
it was late at night, but who gives a shit?
your parents were out of town, leaving your whole house to yourself. your house wasn't all that to fuss about. it was a one story, with a flat roof. which is why you, boris, and theo often hung out there.
"boris, i really enjoy talking to you. like a shit ton." you mumbled, taking a sip of the beer bottle. it went down your throat, the stinging feeling went away a while ago.
"i like talking to you too." he chuckled. he grabbed your shot glass and poored some vodka into it, doing the same to his.
you rolled your eyes, and clinked your glasses together, taking a sip at the same time. you instantly downed your glass, taking a sip of your beer to wash down the strong taste of vodka.
getting drunk on the rooftop probably isn't the best idea, especially since it's 11:37 pm.
the moon shined perfectly on boris, making his cheekbones look fucking majestic. the wind making his hair curly hair move so perfectly. he looked so pretty under the moonlight.
you didn't even notice you were staring at him until he snapped his fingers in front of your face, "you okay?you spaced out." he stated, his accent was thick.
"perfectly fine." you smiled at him. you both sat on the roof, gazing at the sand in the desert. there was nothing to look at in the desert. everywhere is just cacti.
you brought the bottle of beer to your lips, taking another sip of the drink as you continued staring into the desert.
it was quite windy, and of course, you forgot your fucking sweater. how great.
your curled your knees up to your chest, wrapping your arms around your legs.
boris noticed your action, "do you want my sweater?" he offered.
as much as you needed a sweater, you didn't want him freezing, so you shook your head, "i'm fine. thanks boris." you gave him a slight smile.
he just nodded, and took a hit of the cigarette. he slightly leaned his head back and blew out the smoke. you couldn't lie, that was really attractive. i mean, you've had a crush on this boy ever since you met him. and little did you know, he liked you too.
"y/n." boris said. you turned your head to look at him. he looked at you with half lidded eyes.
"yeah? what's up?" you asked him, tilting your head a bit.
"i admire you." he blurted out, turning his to face the night sky, which was gorgeous.
"you admire me?" you raised an eyebrow at him.
"yeah. you make me feel a different way." he shrugged, letting out a sigh.
you chuckled, "what? are you in love with me or something?" you joked, yet didn't laugh.
he shrugged again, "probably."
you were in absolute shock. boris pavlikovsky, your best friend ever since you moved here, is in love with you?
you stayed quiet, not replying to what he said. you didn't know how to reply. of course, you liked him too. how could you not? talking on a daily basis, and having late night talks like these nearly 3 times a week since you've met? basically impossible to not fall in love with him!
you were tired of the silence, so you spoke. "you love me?" you questioned, still in complete shock. he was drunk and high. how did you know it wasn't just the substances speaking?
"i do love you. i have since we first hung out on your roof." he informed, and your eyes stayed wide, your eyebrows still raised. "now my turn to ask,"
you hummed in response, "ask what?"
"if you love me."
"hell yeah, man. i have since i saw you in class that one time." you admitted. "i'm sure i've gone mad, falling in love with you." you sarcastically stated, rolling your eyes.
he smirked at you, and started laughing. you shook your head and chuckled, and soon you started laughing too.
so here it was, two drunk teenagers in love, sitting on the roof, laughing their asses off so much for no damn reason, that they feel their stomachs hurting.
"why are we even laughing?" you asked him, through your fits of laughter. which was not calming down at all.
"i don't know. we said we love each other and now we're laughing maniacs!" he replied, still laughing his ass off.
you both continued laughing harder, tears brimming at your guys' eyes at how hard you were laughing. soon enough, the laughter died down into weak chuckles. you wiped your eyes, and exhaled a breath you didn't know you were holding in.
"you're gonna be the damn death of me." you muttered.
"that's love does, eh?" he replied.
you rolled your eyes, playfully hitting his shoulder. you both sat on the roof, continuing to drink and smoke. enjoying your time as two teenagers in love.
ever since that night, it clouded mike's mind. it was all he could think about.
he basically locked himself in his room, with a blank expression, hugging his pillow. he was either in that position, or he layed flat on his back, staring at the ceiling, replaying that night over and over, wondering why he didn't never told you his feelings towards you.
you wanted to ignore mike so badly but it was so hard, having to sit next to him in every class you had with him. mike couldn't take it either. he wanted to fix thing with you so badly.
โ
2:41 AM.
you were tired but you could never fell asleep. what happened that night constantly replaying in your mind over and over. you just wanted to brainwash that moment from your mind.
as soon as you were about to drift to sleep, you heard constant tapping on your window. you ignored it for a minute, but soon got annoyed when it continued. you groaned as you dragged yourself out of bed, to go check what it was at your window.
you grabbed one of your blankets, draping it around your shoulders. you opened your curtains, revealing the wheeler boy nearly shivering outside your window. you quickly opened your window, letting mike inside your room.
"hey." mike stuttered, due to the coldness. you tossed him one of your other blankets on your bed. he wrapped himself around the blanket, sitting himself in the chair next to your desk. while you took a seat on the edge of your bed.
"mike, what are you doing here?" you raised your eyebrows at him.
"i'm here to fix things. i can't handle being apart from you." he frowned.
your heart fluttered at his words. he missed you? that touched you.
"fix what?" you acted as if you didn't know what he were talking about 'cause you didn't know to reply, other than say that.
"you know what i wanna fix. i don't wanna spend another moment in life without you, y/n." he sighed. "i had been in love with you ever since i knew what love even meant. i love you. i really do." he spoke all in one breath. your eyes widened in shock, as your mouth opened to say something, but he cut you off. "and one, no i didn't cheat on el. i would never. i broke up with her last week. two, she doesn't mind. she said she knew i loved you. she said she saw the way i looked at you. she also wasn't hurt by it because she has a crush on max. three, i'm so super fucking sorry for everything; for how i've been treating you ever since el. i've been treating you like shit, and i'm sincerely sorry." he finished.
you were in utter shock. you didn't know how to reply. your heart was indeed melted, and your face was indeed looking identical to a tomato. "wow, mike." was all you muttered out.
"i get it if you don't forgive me- i mean you don't have to, butโ" you cut off his nonsense blabbering with a hug. a tight hug, full of affection.
"shut up, mike. i do forgive you. thank you." you shoved your face into the crook of his neck.
though you couldn't see, he had a silly stupid grin plastered across his face. he felt as if his legs were jelly, and he could just fall of the chair. he wrapped his arms around you, rubbing circles on your back. "no, thank you. i'd be a weaping idiot, if you didn't forgive me. i missed you, you know." he let out a chuckle.
"i missed you too, idiot." you giggled, releasing from the hug. "so what are we?"
"well, i'm all yours." he joked. "but, i wanna hear your feelings for me." mike teased. you rolled your eyes, and scoffed.
"really, michael? you wanna hear about how much i love you?" you softly smacked his shoulder.
"yes, y/n. i wanna hear all about it." he said, enthusiastically, waving his hands in the air.
"okay, well. i've had a crush on you since we were like 9, and you had no idea how much i fucking missed you. i missed you like a dog misses their owner. i love you beyond the words love." you told him.
he looked at you with a goofy smirk on his face. "i'm all yours."
"good."
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a/n ; this is rlly shitty im super sorry. it's 4am and i've gotten like zero sleep so pls let this slide. i've been having huge brainrot for the past hour sooooo ya lol
pt. 2 here
y/n l/n, aka mike wheeler's best friend, ever since kindergarten.
you'd both had feelings for each other, but never told each other. you were both oblivious to the other's feelings, so no relationship ever sparked. neither of you told each other, because you were both scared of the friendship messing up, or the other would hate the other.
you two were technically attatched at the hip, being nearly impossible to separate. wherever you went, he tagged along. wherever he went, you came too. you were the definition of inseparable.
that was until eleven came.
that one rainy night, you, mike, lucas, and dustin, were out looking for will in the woods, only to run into a girl with a buzz cut.
ever since that night, your bond technically broke. he's been spending a shit ton of time with her, barely spending any time with you. whenever you did spend time together, eleven tagged along. and so while they were doing their cute shit, you were on mike's opposite side, awkwardly standing there.
you didn't hate el at all. you were just a bit upset that your bestfriend was choosing some girl he just met in the woods, over his bestfriend that he's known forโ heaven knows how many years? but you didn't tell him, lucas or dustin about being upset. you continued hanging with them throughout the years.
when eleven went missing, you were there to comfort mike. you were there to tell him that she was safe. that she was okay. that he had nothing to worry about. when she were gone, max got added to the party. you were pretty glad about it. you and el weren't the only girls anymore. plus, she was super cool. but her and mike didn't get along.
the fact that she got "added" to the party without his permission, was only one of the problems. one of the bigger problems was that he thought that max was hogging you. which she wasn't.
your friendship with mike was nearly fixed. but of course, el came back.
not that you had a problem with her! you thought el was super cool. with her powers and all. you weren't shocked mike loved her.
you would hang out with them often. most of the time you'd be sitting on the floor, while her and mike made out on the bed. you were all hanging out at your place, in the guess room.
"heyyyy," you chirped, while the couple continued making out, paying no attention to you. "think we could play some cyndi lauper? or madonna? tears for fears? the smiths? fleetwood mac?" you looked up at the couple, who were basically eating each other's faces off, ignoring you completely. you let out a sigh, as you got up from your seat. you walked to your door, but a voice stopped you.
"where are you going, y/n?" mike asked.
you looked back, and saw that mike has his hands cupped on eleven's face, while they both looked at you.
"no where. just continue eating each other's faces." you quietly scoffed, before exiting your room. you went outside to your front porch, your elbows rested against the fense, while the rest of your arms were dangling off the fense. you stared at the night stars, the moon, the very faint clouds which weren't very visible, and the sky. how they all just looked gorgeous.
it was quiet and peaceful. until you heard the door behind you open then close. "hey."
you heard a familiar voice behind you. you heard him approach you, standing by your side.
"hi." you said back, not bothering to look at the boy. you didn't want him there with you, because you just wanted to yell at him.
it was silent. both of you weren't talking. you tried to hard to keep your gaze and thoughts on the night sky, but it was hard while the boy you were upset with was right next to you.
all of a sudden, you felt your eyes watering.
why the fuck are my eyes watering? am i about to fucking cry? why am i even crying? shitshitshit.
you tried holding back your tears. your vision becoming blurry from all the held back tears and sniffles, as you felt your nose get stuffy. you felt a thick teardrop run down your cheek, lessening the blurryness in your eyes. you sniffled, due to your nose being to stuffy.
mike glanced at you. his blank expression, turning into a concerned one, once he saw your glassy eyes. "holy shit, y/n. what's wrong?"
"nothing, mike." you mumbled, not facing him.
"nono, something is definitely wrong. don't hit me with that 'nothing's wrong, stop asking' bullshit, because i'm not letting you be stubborn. you don't cry often, so for you to cry, i want to help." he stated.
you didn't answer, but continued crying. you wanted to stop crying, yet the tears wouldn't stop. you felt like you were going mad.
"mike?" you sniffled again, aggressively wiping the tears off your face. he hummed in response, the same concerned look plastered on his face. "you wanna know what's wrong?"
he nodded in response.
"well, what's fucking wrong is that i think i'm in love with you. and i have been since i was 9 years old. i fucking hate it so much. 'cause ever since el, you've treated me like utter shit. everytime i asked to hang out you always bring el." you spat. he opened his mouth to say something but you cut him off before he could say anything. "and before you say any pathetic bullshit about how i hate el or something, don't even say it. because matter of fact, i don't hate her. i admire her. she stole your heart, and nothing can change that. and you. don't even try anything. don't fucking kiss me, don't hug me, and don't tell me about any feelings you had or have for me. because none of it would matter at all. wanna know why? it's because, you have a lovely girlfriend who loves you. so don't go breaking her heart like you did to me. 'kay?"
he didn't know how to reply. he was stunned. it's like his words were stuck in his throat. he wanted to say something but he couldn't even open his mouth.
"i'm gonna go back inside. bye michael." you sighed, opening the door to go back inside.
you went to your room, and layed on your bed like a starfish. you flipped over, grabbed a pillow and screamed into it. "fuck i hate this stupid bullshit so much!" it came out muffled, as your face was burried into your pillow.
you sobbed into your pillow, muffling your soft sobs.
