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“Definitely.” you smile at him as he lets himself in, Dawne is staring at you two, her head tilted disapprovingly as she flicks her tail and growls “It’s a friend hun, not a foe.” You giggle as the door gets softly shut behind the two of you.
He follows you into your apartment, looking around at your cozy decor and furniture. Suddenly he looks down and is greeted with the angry stare of Dawne looking back up at him and flicking her tail back and forth. “Mreeow…” pops out of the cats mouth followed by her ears pinning back. Satoru crouches down to pet Dawne, just to be swatted at which then causes her to run to her bed (your bed) and floop down on it in shame of her actions.
Satoru looks up at you in shock and you can’t help but laugh. “I’ve never seen her do that before!” you giggle out before kicking your heels off and plopping onto the sofa, Satoru quickly follows behind and sits on the other side of the sofa to be respectful.
“Why are you so far?” you blurt out with a pout plastered on your face. “I don’t bite…”
He gulps. Audibly. He then takes a slow, deep breath before clearing his throat. “I’m sure you don’t bite doll, I’m just trying to be a gentleman.” he smiles before brushing his hair out of his face and holding it up with his sunglasses.
“Well come closer.” you grunt out before sitting to face him, staring at his eyes dead on.
Your eyes lock. He’s practically staring into your soul which causes your breathing to hitch automatically.
Holy shit he’s on my sofa staring at me trying to be “a gentleman”. I don’t want him to be a fucking gentleman right now… I want him all over me.
“Now doll don’t get so bossy. Let things happen naturally.” he tuts before slightly wagging his finger at you “Do you… uhm…” your mind goes blank…
I should offer to watch something! Wait or should I offer to let him shower since he jumped in the pool to save me? I don’t have any clothes for him to borrow… I could find something surely.
“Do you wanna take a quick shower? To uh… w-wash the chlorine off?”
“Definitely.”
Fuck…
“Okay! Let me just…” you hop up, rushing over to your linen closet near your room to grab your special guest towels, “Here…” you carry the towel over to him before gesturing to your room “My bathroom is just through my bedroom on the left. Sorry in advance about the lack of “manly” scents”
“I don’t mind smelling like you doll.”
Your heart simply flutters. It feels like you might go into cardiac arrest.
Satoru stands up quickly, smiling in his clear success to make you lose your mind as he makes his way to the bathroom, then closing the bathroom door behind him.
You realize that not only is Gojo Satoru in your house, but he’s about to take a shower, in your shower, he will smell like you.
Slowly you make your way to your bed, laying down with Dawne and slowly petting her which earns you a soft coo out of her.
Time begins to feel so slow.
I miss him. Has he even started showering yet? I don’t think I hear the water… Maybe he’s judging my bathroom. When was the last time I dusted in there?
You grab a book to dull your thoughts about Satoru. Some cheesy-romance thriller you’ve been reading recently that you’re slightly ashamed of… You really only read it because you came across a reading of one of the smut scenes and you were needless to say very intrigued. So suddenly you were hunting the web for this book you just heard of and buying the whole saga.
You’re now peacefully reading your book, slowly the smell of your vanilla body wash floods your nose as if you're the one showering right now. You try to focus on the book, you really try. But suddenly your mind is flooded with how he must look right now, all covered in your favorite body wash… scrubbing himself with your washcloth…
Stop! Uugh why can’t I just read this book.
Abruptly the smell is gone. The thoughts leave just as quickly as they crept in, and you’re peacefully reading your book. Now that you’ve really started to focus on your book, you realize that this chapter… is pure smut. The characters are just throwing each other all over the room, covered in each other's scents and sweat.
And of course, at the most perfect time… Satoru walks out of your bathroom, steam following behind him as his perfect body is only semi-covered with that plush pink towel. His hair still slightly dripping as he stands in the doorway before shaking his head back and forth in a sad attempt to get the water off. It didn’t work, but it definitely made something else wet.
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And of course, at the most perfect time… Satoru walks out of your bathroom, steam following behind him as his perfect body is only semi-covered with that plush pink towel. His hair still slightly dripping as he stands in the doorway before shaking his head back and forth in a sad attempt to get the water off.
Your jaw almost drops, but somehow you restrain yourself before clearing your throat and scrambling off the bed and into your closets donate pile.
“So I might not have something thats a perfect fit… I hope thats okay.”
Satoru chuckles before gently barking out “Yeah… I hope not. That’d mean you have other guys here. Regularly.” You catch him rolling his eyes at even the thought of you having some other guy here. Some other guy having the chance to saunter around like you haven’t been his from the second you two met.
You grab some large gray sweatpants that you thought would shrink in the wash, needless to say they didn’t and you’ve yet to make that trip back to the thrift store. Standing up, sweatpants in hand as you walk back over to him and offer them to him like a rare opportunity.
He smiles as he grabs them, his hand caressing yours gently before he disappears back into the bathroom to put the sweats on.
You practically start sniffing your hand. Okay you don’t actually but the thought definitely crossed your mind for a second. You go out to your main room, unfolding your futon sofa and grabbing your spare floral sheets and start setting the sofa up as his bed for the night. You make sure to grab all of your cute bedding items, like you would for any guest, and setting them up in the designated order of them.
Eventually Satoru comes out of your bedroom, the sweats being uncomfortably tight on him and barely reaching the top of his ankle. “It’s a bit of a tight fit… but I-I think I make it work!” he awkwardly laughs out as he smiles and scratches his neck
“Thank you for letting me stay the night Y/n.”
You smile and roll your eyes “What kind of person would I be to not offer you a place to stay tonight…”
I’d be a sane person… He literally told me he has a condo not to far from here… but if he wasn’t here some random bitch could’ve run into him and he might’ve taken her home.
He plops onto the freshly made futon and rolls around on it a bit, getting fully adjusted to it obviously.
“Do you mind if I take a quick shower Satoru?”
“Not at all, it’s your house after all. I’ll put something on the tv.” he smiles and tilts his head to the side softly.
God why did he have to look at me like that… It makes me never want to leave his side for even a second.
You sigh softly before padding your way into your bathroom, Dawne following behind you as she hops up onto the toilet lid and sits on it prettily, waiting for you to begin your regularly scheduled night time routine. Obviously you have to take a moment to pet Dawne because she’s just been such a good hostess… even though she totally wants this random man out of her territory. You know she’s trying her best!
Slowly you undress, putting your, his, clothes into the small laundry bin you have in there and turning the warm water on. Once the water is to a temperature of your liking you hop into the shower and close the curtain behind you, causing Dawne to coo at the sudden loss of you.
“I’m still here dawne!” you stick your hand out the side of the curtain to prove you weren’t sucked into some random magical void.
As the warm water hits your body, you brush your hands through your now soaking hair and let out a hum. Your favorite part of showers was when you could just be there silently, just letting the water cascade against your skin.
You slowly reach for your shampoo, putting a generous amount in your palm before emulsifying it a little and then applying it to your scalp. Once you’ve covered most-if-not all of your scalp in your well lathered shampoo, you grab your scalp massager and massage the shampoo in to make sure your roots get all the possible build up out.
You allow the shampoo to rinse out of your hair slowly as you put the scalp massager back and your mind slowly drifts back to the man in your living room
I wonder if he misses me… I wonder if he missed me before we even reunited. Is he just as excited to be here as I am to have him here?
As your mind floods with all of these ideas, you grab your conditioner and apply near to the same amount as you did of the shampoo to the palm of your hand, then you step out of the direct hit of the water a bit to apply the conditioner throughout all of your hair
I hope he likes how my place smells… I’m sure it reeks of vanilla compared to a normal place…
Once you finish washing your hair, you put your hair up in a clip and grab your wash cloth, immediately coming to the realization who just used this. You gulp before thinking if you even have another clean one right now.
It takes a minute but you come to the conclusion you don’t. And you begrudgingly use the now tainted and dirty wash cloth.
You cleanse your body from all of the work and partying you did today before letting the water rush over you for just a couple seconds longer than necessary, then you remember whos waiting for you outside your bathroom and you abruptly turn the water off and practically leap out of the shower to wrap yourself in your towel.
When you finally feel like you’ve dried off enough, you and Dawne exit your bathroom. You close your bedroom door before dropping your towel and grabbing a pink tank top and a pair of pink and white plaid shorts, then putting them along with your proper undergarments on.
You head over to your dresser and put a bit of deodorant on before taking your hair out of its clip and walking out of your room over to the futon.
“Hey doll…” Satoru says as he slowly looks over at you, his hair is now dried and he looks just as good as ever. Not that he looked bad with that wet hair because god knows he didn’t. But now he’s not prone to soaking your sheets with water instead of hot sweat… I mean with water.
You climb onto the futon and sit next to him before smiling and glancing at the tv to see what he put on…
He put on what used to be your favorite movie back in high school.
I can’t believe he remembered… No it must be a coincidence. Maybe it was already in my continue watching?
It definitely was not in your continue watching. You hadn’t watched that movie in almost two months. He had to search for it.
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He’s holding me so close… I can’t believe this. Teenage me would be so ecstatic. I AM so ecstatic.
You let out a clearly awkward and giddy giggle, pulling your cup up to your lips before taking another big sip as Satoru stares down at you with his unique eyes. “So what’s it like living in the city… y’know not being a sorcerer?” He gently rubs circles on your waist as he takes a sip of his drink which you can only assume is a mixture of liquors
Your heart is slamming in and out of your chest, are you even aware of reality?
“I-I’m an intern!” you blurt out, trying to prove yourself to him in a way. “I’m an intern in… the medical field… b-but you knew that probably.” you mumbled softly before taking another large swig of your drink and batting your lashes at him which earns a smirk from him “Is that so… How could such a dainty and gorgeous girl like you do such a manual job?”
Your knees buckle, slightly falling closer to him as he catches you and props you up like the gentleman he is. “I-I dunno…” you manage to giggle out
A man has never made you feel so warm and fuzzy. He’s so unique. He’s amazing. He’s the one.
Satoru can’t help but chuckle at you. “Enjoying yourself huh?” he mocks gently, but you’re quick to adjust and step back a little, shaking your head in disagreement. “No! Pffh… I-I just-” you stammer, why can’t you think!? Why is nothing coming to that small brain of yours!?
Satoru’s hand slowly leaves your waist, finding its way to his side as he smiles at you one last time, “well I’ll let you mingle… lots of catching up you need to do!” before you can even register the loss of contact, he’s already walking away!
Holy shit Y/N think!!! How can you get his attention back on you.
You chug the rest of your drink, then turning to fill you cup back up to the brim with vodka, a choice you’ll surely regret.
You take a large, long sip of your vodka, your cup practically being halfway full now
Before you attempt to run over to Satoru, you accidentally bump into Toji who immediately grabs your arm to settle you. “Woah… You okay there?” You look up at him with an angry expression, the alcohol blurring your mind and making you only care about one thing. Getting Satoru’s attention all to yourself. “Sorry… I’m trying to get over to-”
“You look amazing…” He says with the confidence of a man who's never been rejected. Toji takes a deep breath in, “You smell amazing too… You come here alone?” he moves his arm to your waist with a grin, his scarred lip that usually flatters a girl he’s trying to bone has done nothing but repulse you.
He’s nothing compared to Satoru.
“Thanks…” you force a smile before shoving him away and scanning the room for your blue eyed boy.
Where could he have gone? He’s so popular I’ll never find him at this rate…
You start to wander around the house, looking in every room on the first floor before making your way onto the back patio. You spot him. His gorgeous blue eyes. He’s standing on the other side of the pool and talking to Suguru.
Instead of carefully trying to make your way over to him around this huge pool, you decide your mission to get all of his attention is much too important for any patience… which causes you to stumble everywhere and not so gracefully fall into the pool.
Luckily it was the shallow end and Satoru, Suguru and some others come over to the edge of the pool quickly. Satoru gets in the water to help you out due to your clearly intoxicated state, Suguru lifts you out of the pool and helps you sit farther from the edge.
This causes you to see the most gorgeous man you’ve ever laid eyes on get out of the pool. If anyone were to ask you, him getting out of the pool definitely happened in slow motion and there was music playing in the background.
Satoru gets out of the pool, taking his now wet shirt off and discarding it somewhere in the grass before kneeling down to talk to you, “Are you okay?” He examines you carefully, making sure you didn't get any scrapes from stumbling around and making a complete idiot out of yourself.
He’s so gentle… He cares so much about me. “I love you…”
Satoru’s eyes soften as he chuckles, his hand resting on his knee as he shakes his head gently “I think she’s going to need a ride home!”
Wait, it's almost like he heard me… Did I say that I love him?
He helps you stand up, his arm wrapped around your waist. It’s not the same… this is a secure hold not out of his admiration of you but so you don’t make an idiot of yourself again!
He walks you back inside the house and into what seems to be a guest room, but at the same time looks like someone lives in here? “I keep some spare clothes in here for when I’m too drunk to drive home.” he chuckles softly as he gets you on the bed, letting you go as he opens the closet and grabs you a hoodie and some basketball shorts.
“Will this do?” He shows you the clothes he's grabbed, and you nod quickly.
Get me out of these wet clothes… This is so embarrassing!
He hands you the hoodie and shorts, momentarily stepping out of the room to let you change.
As you start to take your sopping wet clothes off, you wonder when he last wore these. Do they still smell like him? You start to put the shorts on, realizing how large around the waist they are on you, it's almost like the elastic band in them is completely useless. You tie the drawstrings as tight as you can, then grab the hoodie and putting it over your soaking hair.
I look like a little boy…
You grab all your wet clothes, then poke your head out of the door and speak softly “Okay… thank you Satoru…” you grumble out as you walk out of the room, ashamed of your new look for the night.
Satoru looks down at you and hugs you softly “No problem…”
Things stay like that for a moment. Two moments even…
BA-DUM BA-DUM BA-DUM BA-DUM
Is all you can hear… But its not your heartbeat. Is that his?
He abruptly lets go and clears his throat “I can take you home if you want… I have a flat in the city so we can take your car and I’ll figure out how to-”
“Yes!” you blurt out quickly… too quickly.
You two start to make your way to the car. Your car. He grabs your keys before opening the passenger door for you, then closing it behind you and making his way back over to the drivers side. While he’s definitely intoxicated he’s somehow a better driver than you thought he’d be. He brings you to your apartment complex, even makes sure to walk you to your door. And suddenly the idea of him being anywhere but your apartment tonight is gut wrenching.
You open the door and stare at him softly “You should stay the night…” you suggest unconsciously
“I should?” he quirks an eyebrow at the offer
“Definitely.” you smile at him as he lets himself in, Dawne is staring at you two, her head tilted disapprovingly as she flicks her tail and growls “It’s a friend hun, not a foe.” You giggle as the door gets softly shut behind the two of you.
You come home from a long day of work, slipping your shoes off at the doorway and then kicking them into there designated cubby. You put your keys in the bowl on your entry table before tucking some of your hair behind your ear and softly padding your way into the living room where your longhair cat, Dawne, with her pristine pastel calico fur coat meows at you.
“Hello Dawne baby…” you say softly before sitting on the sofa and petting her gently, she lets out a soft purr before you get a notification on your phone from Shoko, you quickly pick up your phone and open the notification to see an invitation.
Obviously you quickly jump at the opportunity since you guys have grown apart due to your different careers. Once you put your phone down you start to think of what you might wear.
Is it a casual house party? Should you dress up? Maybe just wear something casual but formal…
You abruptly get up, causing Dawne to scatter over to the window as you rush into your bedroom and shuffle through your clothes.
After 10-15 minutes of searching for an outfit you find something perfect.
You pull out a mixed animal print top that ties around your neck and hemmed at your waist, a mini jean skirt, and some black vintage coach wedges with an open toe. You quickly put the outfit on, then you pad your way into the bathroom and start making your makeup more fitting to the occasion.
Picking up your favorite eye-shadow pallet, and a small fluffy brush you begin to lightly brush the sparkly brown shadow on your eyelids, making sure to not over do it with the “smokey eye”. Once you’ve finished your smokey eye you pick up your black liquid liner and do a simple wing on each eyelid. Then picking up a black liner pencil and filling in your waterline.
After you finish your eye look you decide to do a brown liner and a nude lipstick along with a sparkly gloss on top as your lip combo.
You grab a brown claw clip and section some of your hair away from the other half, and clip it up for a nice spikey-y2k ish hair style to match your outfit.
Now that you’ve finished dolling yourself up you come to the realization you need to pick the perfect scent, so hopefully at least one person will compliment you on how great you smell!
What scent would go best for this outfit?
Venturing over to your small collection of perfumes and there matching lotions, you finally land on a Victoria Secret scent that you’ve been waiting to use. Beauty Bombshell. You apply a generous amount making sure the smell will last all night before sending Shoko a quick text.
You saunter out of your bedroom, making your way over to Dawne and giving her a reassuring kiss on the head before speaking softly “Mama will be back in a couple hours.”
After saying goodbye to Dawne you walk over to the front door, grabbing your keys and just your small coach wallet before slipping the wallet into your back pocket. You then walk out of the apartment, making sure to lock the door behind you. Then venturing to the car-park on the very first floor and making your way to your car. Your car is nothing special like a sports car, but you love it and it definitely takes good care of you.
You safely drive yourself over to Shoko’s house, parking the car on the side of the road in front of her large house due to her driveway being full of luxurious cars that must be owned by other guests, you begin getting out of your car and walking to the door way when the door suddenly rushes open, you look up to see none other than Satoru Gojo.
Now it’s been awhile since you two last saw each other and you’re almost certain he couldn’t possibly remember who you are. But you still get the same flutter you used to get back in Jujutsu High whenever you saw him.
Satoru looks at you before smiling and slightly shouting “Oh look who’s decided to join the party!!! It’s Y/N everybody!” he backs up from the door, allowing you to walk in past him as he not so subtly checks you out.
I can’t believe he remembered me… He remembered my name, he recognized me.
You feel your cheeks flush as you walk through the slightly-over crowded house. Seeing so many familiar faces all at once and Satoru remembering your name. This must be a dream.
Quickly you’re brought back into reality as Shoko comes up to you with an unlit cigarette in her fingers, “Y/N! I’m truly so glad you could come on such short notice, the party was clearly last minute!” You quickly look around, realizing that this party doesn’t look last minute at all. There are so many people here.
“This is what a last minute party looks like to you?” you chuckle as you continue to gage just how many people are actually there. Shoko quickly deadpans and tilts her head to the side, “This is definitely last minute!” she lets out a loud laugh as if you were in the wrong for even asking such a question.
“Right! Obviously…” you mumble out before smiling and walking off to get yourself a drink.
What do I even want to drink? Liquor? Vodka? Maybe just a seltzer… Definitely a seltzer.
You quickly come to the realization that, there is no seltzer. Only hard liquors and vodka. You let out a deep sigh and grab a red solo cup, then a sharpie and write your name in flowy letters. You put the sharpie down and then pour some grenadine in a cup then follow it up with some random Vodka. You then give it a quick swirl in the cup to mix the two together before taking a big sip.
It’s so strong… Too strong…
Before you can put your awful drink in the trash a specific white haired man appears behind you, his hand gently ghosting on your waist as he speaks “So whats kept you so far from your fellow students aye Y/N?”
You feel like your skin is on fire. He’s not even making direct contact with you in this very moment and you feel overpowered by his existence. “Umm… just work in the city! Made a whole new life for myself…” you say as you smile and look up at him. Satoru looks down at you, lifting his tinted glasses to push his hair back out of his face, some might even say he’s trying to rub his beauty in your face.
“Is that so… Hmh… You could’ve at least reached out y’know. It’s not like we aren’t basically family.” He chuckles out
Did he refer to you as family? Was he joking? Maybe he meant all of your year… Y’know as a group! Does he really see you like a sister? Is this how you would treat a sister?!
“I was worried you guys would see me differently I guess!” You force a smile and look away abruptly. “Don’t change your focus doll, I didn’t mean to offend you.” He grins before placing his hand clearly on your waist and pulling you closer.
You feel like your gonna barf.
He’s holding me so close… I can’t believe this. Teenage me would be so ecstatic. I AM so ecstatic.
Dawne (your cat) + your outfit for the night (accessories NOT included)!
“But you would never let me have the chance.” Micheal blurted out
You stared at him for a moment, not processing anything “What…”
“I know you heard me… don’t piss me off.” he grumbled
Micheal quickly unlocked the car door, refusing to look at you “I’m sorry… could you get out.”
You didn’t know what to do, not only did you barely catch what he said but he also shut you out immediately. You grabbed your purse, slowly opening the door and getting out. Before closing the door you smile and softly speak “Can you just-”
Micheal quickly reached across the center console, grabbing the inner door handle and slamming the door closed before mugging you and quickly pulling out of your driveway.
You watched his car quickly drive down the road, eventually completely losing sight of his car and suddenly you were left to wonder what you did wrong.
09/12/25
Two weeks have gone by without Micheal even looking my way. Anytime I try to tag along with him and Bryson he suddenly “has plans”. I don’t buy it.
I wish I could just ask him what I did wrong but I’m sure even if I did ask he wouldn’t tell me.
Maybe he’ll come around.
09/26/25 9:32 AM - English class (Period III)
It’s now been four weeks since Micheal had his outburst. I’m honestly not even upset about it anymore because I didn’t do anything. That whole situation was HIS fault and I don’t even know why he’s mad at me.
I’m tired of wasting my time worrying about what I did to Bryson's little friend. Micheal means nothing to me.
09/26/25 10:27 AM - English class (Period III)
Why is Micheal being such a baby. What did I do wrong. I had just gotten close with him, close enough to call him my friend… maybe a friend… buddy? Acquaintance? Either way him and I just started to bond and now he’s ghosting me.
Should I text him?
I think I follow him on instagram…
Maybe I have his number saved?
I wonder if Mrs.Joan would mind if I just quickly checked if I had his number…
You pull your phone out of your backpacks side pocket, quickly unlocking it and clicking on the ‘contacts’ app, occasionally looking up to make sure Mrs.Joan isn’t looking.
You continue to scroll until you see the contact, “Bryson’s friend - Micheal”
Bingo.
You click the message icon next to his number, your fingers tapping away forming a text you from almost an hour ago would look at you sideways for sending.
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It was the beginning of fall, a nice chill in the air and crisp leaves on the sidewalks. You always loved the fall, you loved the candle scents and the specialty baked goods that come on sale at your favorite bakery. Different from every other fall season, you have found a guy who peaks your interest. His name is Bryson.
Bryson was different from other guys you liked. He was barely taller than you, but he was much more fit. He has ashy brown hair with frosted blonde tips, green eyes and plump lips. Bryson had the same personality as any other guy you liked sadly, he could be cocky and immature, along with many other things. But you were infatuated. You couldn’t stop thinking about him.
Eventually you started to spend lots of time with him, and that naturally led to you meeting his friends as well. You met his best friend even. This was a huge deal for you, you thought you were in and Bryson was just as infatuated with you as you are him. But he kept sending you mixed signals.
One night in late September, Bryson and you were going to the movies along with your best friend Lorelei and his best friend Michea Jr. Over the past month you’ve become fairly familiar with Micheal, you and him have even become friends if you want to think so generously. You go to him for advice for you and Bryson, and he’s always quick to help you. Micheal would always defend your name even in the most minor of ways. Some might say Micheal was a much better guy for you compared to Bryson. Sometimes you might agree with them. The four of you guys were at the movies that night. You and Lorelei were sitting next to each other with the boys on each side of you two. Bryson was on his phone almost the whole movie, which frustrated the hell out of you. You hated that he wouldn’t just hang out with you or just enjoy his time with you. He’d always find a way to be distracted. Whether it was intentional or not.
Tonight, unlike any other night, Micheal had had enough of Bryson and how he ignored you. Once the movie was over, Micheal quickly got up, “Hey Bryson, do you mind coming with me to the bathroom…” he spoke trying to cover his growing anger, almost like he was trying to hide something from all three of you hell maybe even all four of you. Bryson quickly furrowed his brows, looking a little confused before speaking up “Sure Mikey… Be right back y/n, Lorelei.” he turned to see Micheal was already halfway to the exit of the theater, Bryson quickly jogged after him to meet a clearly angry Micheal. “Dude whats up? Why do you look so upset Mikey…” he blubbered out quickly. Micheal stared at him before losing his cool. “What’s your problem?! How do you have a girl like y/n throwing herself at you and you just…” He scoffed. Brushing his hand through his loose curls, then putting his hands on his hips. “You can’t be serious… Why do you even care?!” Bryson blurted out, “Since when did you stick your nose where it didn’t belong? Mikey, what's your problem, and by the way what I do or don’t do with y/n doesn’t concern you!”
Obviously you and Lorelei were moments from walking out of the theater before you could vaguely hear Bryson and Micheal arguing. You slowly opened the door, Lorelei behind you as Bryson quickly stopped arguing, he just stared at you before scoffing, “y/n… I have to go. You can figure out how to get home on your own.” He rolled his eyes before walking away from the three of you without another word.
Micheal glanced over to you and Lorelei, his brows still furrowed and he was clearly still upset. Lorelei spoke up, “W-Well I had fun tonight y/n but… my dad is here to pick me up so unless you want a ride from us I’m just gonna go.” she smiled awkwardly before hugging you and whispering another soft “bye”. You stared at Micheal sheepishly before speaking up, “So… do you mind giving me a ride? Mikey…” you smiled softly.
He gave in. You two were in his car, he let you play whatever music you wanted. “Do I turn here… or-” you glanced around before responding “No… actually I live a couple more neighborhoods down.” you looked out the window, watching as some occasional leaves fell down and piled up on top of one another. You rolled the window down a little, allowing the cold air rush through the cabin of the car as you took a deep breath of the fall air in. “Mikey why was Bryson so upset?” you asked softly. Micheal cleared his throat before slightly jerking the car and mumbling “Uh… I think he was just a little upset with something that happened with another friend…” he continued to carefully look around, trying to make sure he turned into the right neighborhood.
You looked at him confused, humming softly as you watched him pay close attention to the road leading to your house. He continued driving before slowly pulling into your driveway and putting his car in park. “Thank you for the ride…” you smiled as you unbuckled your seatbelt, turning to look at Micheal who was already looking at you. He looked like he wanted, no, needed to tell you something but he just couldn’t do it. “What is it? Is something wrong Micheal?” he didn’t respond. Instead he just took a deep breath before mumbling, “I could treat you… so much better y/n.”
