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Admit It (Michael Clifford)

word count: 3634 requested by: none pronouns: she/her warnings: none fandom: 5 seconds of summer au type: nerd, high school summary: you give up trying to work up the courage to ask your classmate on a date; his little cousin decides to step in and help inspired by: dream authors notes: PLEASE DONT MAKE ME WRITE ANOTHER PART IM BEGGIN other parts: none

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"Great," you groaned to yourself softly.

You leaned down to pick up everything that fell off of your desk onto the floor beside it, not even realizing anyone stayed behind to help until another arm came into view and grabbed your pencil case. You looked up as you sat back upright, finding the boy who sat across the aisle from you holding the bag out to you.

"Thanks, Michael," you smiled at him, not even noticing the way his Adam's apple moved as he swallowed thickly.

"You're welcome, Y/N," he said so softly that you almost didn't even hear it. You both walked to the door and exited the classroom, and you decided to strike up a conversation since you were both headed in the same direction.

"Hey... Are you doing anything after school?" you asked him.

"N-No," he cleared his throat, seemingly surprised you were asking, "W-Why?"

"I'm sure you know by now that I'm shit at Chemistry," you chuckled, smiling when it made him laugh softly as well, "I just... My counselor is suggesting she set me up with a tutor, but... I don't know; I guess I'd rather get help from someone I know than some random person I might not even get along with... I was just wondering if you'd be interested. You don't have to though-" You shook your head. "-I'm sure it'll be fi-"

"I-" Michael cleared his throat again. "-I can tutor you..."

"Really?" you asked, giving him a hopeful grin.

"Yeah..." he nodded shyly, "I... I can meet you in the library after school... If you want..."

"Thank you," you breathed, "I don't know what I'd have done if you said no."

"Failed Chemistry, probably," he mumbled, blushing lightly when you accidentally let out a loud laugh.

"Thanks again, Michael," you smiled at him again, "See you after school." You came to the end of the hallway, heading left toward your locker, not even noticing that Michael had just stopped and was now watching you.

Michael's POV

"Hey, pretty girl," a blonde boy said as he approached you, winking at you when you looked over to see who it was.

"Hey, rockstar," you giggled in return, going back to putting your books away and grabbing new ones, "What brings you here?"

"When the beautiful girls call me, I must answer them," Luke replied dramatically.

"I didn't call you," you shook your head.

"Wow," he scoffed jokingly, "Narcissistic much?"

You rolled your eyes fondly, "What do you want, Lu?"

"How do you know I want something?" he asked, placing his hand over his heart.

"Because you always want something when you call me pretty," you grinned.

"Fine; I want something," he sighed, "What are you doing tomorrow?"

"Probably writing my Econ paper," you groaned at the thought of it.

"Well, you won't be working on it all day," Luke insisted, "So I was thinking – since there's that carnival thing at my niece's school tomorrow night – that maybe you could tag along so I won't be alone?" You looked up at him and noticed he was giving you a shy smile.

"I guess," you chuckled softly, "But you have to buy dinner after."

"Anything for you, princess," he leaned in, pressing a grateful kiss to your cheekbone, "Thank you."

Michael didn't know what came over him, but he could feel his chest getting a bit tight. He knew he was getting jealous over you and Luke – he'd had a crush on you for the longest time; he could just never find it in himself to admit it to you. He caught himself before he got too worked up, though – reminding himself that you weren't his to get jealous over.

So he forced himself to turn around and head to his own locker despite the fact that all he wanted to do was march up and stop Luke from flirting with you.

~

Your POV; The next day

Luke's niece's school carnival was in full swing, and you were leaning up against the wall with Luke as you watched her play the various games set up in the gym. She was ecstatic to see you walk into the school with Luke – that little girl absolutely adored you, and you adored her right back – and she would occasionally pop over to the two of you to excitedly show you the little prizes she kept winning, while you and Luke were talking.

"So you and that guy that's helping you with Chem now... Michael..." Luke trailed off, making you tear your gaze away from the child to cock an eyebrow at him.

"What about him?" you wondered.

"Is there something going on that my dear best friend isn't telling me?" he asked dramatically, "Is my main squeeze keeping a secret from little old me?"

"What are you talking about, Lu?" you rolled your eyes at the show he was putting on.

"I mean, you and Michael? Come on! I don't know why you wouldn't tell me about that!"

"Tell you what about me and Michael?"

"That there's something going on!" he said as if it were obvious.

"There's nothing going on," you shook your head, your eyebrows now furrowed in confusion.

"Now, that's a lie," he laughed, "No one looks at someone the way he looks at you and expects people to assume nothing's going on." You stopped for a moment before looking up at him slowly.

"How does he look at me...?" you asked softly, prompting Luke to give you the same confused look you were giving him.

"You really don't know?" he questioned.

"Would I be asking if I did?" you fired back.

"Oh, sweetheart," he suddenly snickered, "You poor, naive child."

"Luke!" you whined, earning yourself a chuckle.

"I saw him watching you yesterday while we were talking. Couldn't quite put a name to the feeling, but almost looked jealous," he shrugged.

"Why would Michael be jealous?" you rolled your eyes again with a soft sigh, "He'd barely spoken to me before I asked him to tutor me."

"Maybe you make him nervous," he poked your sides playfully. You squeaked sharply, shoving his hands off of you. "I'm just saying, Y/N," he said, "Maybe it wouldn't hurt to make the first move."

"And what if he doesn't see me like that?" you countered, "Then it'll be too weird and I'll have to find a new tutor."

"Y/N," he laughed, "Michael likes you, but he's too scared to be the first to admit it. Just trust me."

~

Tuesday evening

You'd gone to Michael's house after school to work on your Chemistry homework. He was sitting at his desk while you were sitting on his bed, trying to focus on your work but you were too distracted.

"Y/N," Michael waved his hand in front of your face, making you jump. Your eyes met his, finding a concerned expression on his face. "You okay?" he wondered.

"Yeah," you nodded rapidly, "Just...thinking..." He opened his mouth to speak again, but you beat him to it. "So, um... What are you doing Saturday night?" you asked quickly before you chickened out.

"Studying," he replied softly, looking back down at his books.

"On a Saturday?" you wondered, only earning yourself a small shrug in response. "Well, I... Would you...wanna do something else...?" The shakiness of your voice made him pick his head back up, his eyes landing on yours again.

"Like what?" he asked, his voice quiet.

"Like... Um..." you cleared your throat, "Like... Go see a movie... Or go bowling... Or check out that new arcade on 7th that just opened... Or just hang out at the mall... Or something..."

"Don't you need friends to do that stuff?" he mumbled. You felt a little pang in your heart at hearing him suggest he didn't have any friends – that he didn't consider you his friend.

"I guess..." you whispered, swallowing thickly. You noticed Michael open his mouth to say something else, but you didn't give him the chance. "I should be heading home," you murmured, putting your books in your backpack, "Curfew."

"It's 4 o'clock," he said after looking at the time on his phone.

"Don't wanna be late," you powered through the break in your voice, "Bye, Michael."

"Y/N, I-" he started before cutting himself off as you just hurried away, sighing as he leaned back in his chair, wondering what had gotten into you.

~

Friday; Lunchtime

You ate lunch with Luke – mostly in silence – and just listened to the conversations around you. You should have known you couldn't get away with that for long – Luke always knew when something was on your mind.

"So," he finally spoke, and you knew what was coming, "You ask Michael out yet?"

"No," you grumbled, earning yourself a curious head tilt.

"Why not?" he furrowed his eyebrows, "I thought you said you were going to on Tuesday?"

"Was," you replied softly, "Didn't."

"Why not?!" he repeated, throwing his arm up.

"He doesn't even consider us friends, Luke," you shook your head, "What's the point?"

"Y/N-" he sighed before you cut him off.

"You know, some things just aren't meant to be," you shook your head, "And if the universe says Michael and I aren't meant to be, then why bother trying?"

"Because, sometimes, the universe is wrong."

~

Saturday afternoon

"You sure you wanna go alone?" your dad asked after stopping at the curb in front of the arcade, "I wouldn't mind having a little fun."

"Dad," you groaned.

"Alright, I get it," he sighed, "Don't wanna spend a Saturday with your old man – worried he might embarrass you in front of your friends."

"Dad," you rolled your eyes with a smile this time, "Just...need a little me time."

"Okay, princess," he nodded, "Call me when you wanna come home then." You nodded as well, getting out of the car and listening to him drive off as you walked inside the building.

~

An hour later, you were taking a break from playing games. You were sitting on a bench off to the side of the room where parents could sit as they watched their kids, when your alone-time was interrupted by someone coming up to you.

"Hi, Y/N," you heard your name before looking up, finding Michael rocking back and forth on his feet shyly.

"I thought you didn't have friends," you grumbled.

"I don't..." he said, a bit confused that that was the first thing you said to him.

"Then why are you here? Thought you said you needed friends to come here."

"Cousins wanted to come and my uncle's working late, so he asked me to bring 'em," Michael replied. You hummed lightly but didn't say anything else, prompting him to go on. "What are you doing here? Did you get roped into bringing a family member too?" he asked.

"I'm alone," you informed him, "Wanted to come anyway."

"Oh..." he nodded, "Well... I'll be around if you decide you don't wanna be alone anymore." Michael went to step away, but a voice made him stop.

"Mikey!" you heard beside you, making you look over to find two little girls staring curiously at you and Michael. "We're hungry!" Michael cleared his throat, finally tearing his gaze away from you to his cousins.

"What do you want?" he asked them.

"McDonald's!" they cheered, causing him to sigh.

"You guys know your mum doesn't like when you eat fast food," he reminded them. They pouted lightly and he sighed. "So you better not tell her I let you have it," he finished his sentence.

The girls smiled widely, each of them hugging one of his legs. You couldn't help but laugh under your breath, ignoring the way it made Michael look back up at you.

"I'll see you on Monday," he told you softly. You barely nodded as he pried the kids off of him, taking their hands and stepping away from you before he was stopped.

"Can't your friend come with us, Mikey?" one of the girls stuck out her bottom lip.

"Yeah, Mikey!" the other insisted, "Please!"

"I... Uh..." Michael stuttered out as he looked at you, "If she wants... I guess..."

"I... I really should be heading home..." you chewed on your inner cheek.

"Please?" they both frowned – and how were you supposed to say no to that?

"Okay..." you caved, making them yell happily again.

"I guess I'll... Did you drive here...?" Michael murmured.

"My dad dropped me off..." you answered.

"You can come with us!" the taller girl said before Michael could respond, letting go of him to trot over to you.

She grabbed your hand and pulled you to your feet, tugging you back to Michael. You squeaked in surprise, but quickly caught yourself and started walking as fast as she was to keep up with her. One she reached her cousin, she slowed her pace, walking alongside you while still holding your hand as you all made your way outside.

"What's your name?" she asked.

"Y/N," you answered softly.

"That's pretty," she said casually, making you smile, "I'm Scarlet and that's-" She pointed to the girl holding onto Michael's hand. "-my little sister Aimee."

Scarlet and Aimee did most of the talking on the ride to McDonald's, excitedly telling you all about the games they played at the arcade and what they were going to eat when you got to the restaurant. You sat in the front passenger seat, smiling as they spoke while looking out the window, not even noticing Michael would glance at you at every red light and stop sign.

Upon arriving at McDonald's and going up to the cashier, you and Michael were quietly arguing over who was paying for your food. The two girls and Michael ordered before he motioned for you to go. You shook your head, but you should have known he wasn't going to take no for an answer. And, unfortunately for you, you had told the girls what you were thinking about getting when they asked you, so Michael just ordered it for you.

"Michael!" you smacked the back of his shoulder lightly.

The cashier smiled as she gave Michael his total – God knows she'd had a long day thus far and needed something to brighten it. He paid her and she gave him his change and all of your cups so you could get your drinks while waiting for your food.

~

An hour later

"I should probably get you two home," Michael said while you were all finishing up eating. The girls across from you – because they insisted that 'Mikey should sit next to his friend' – instantly frowned.

"But we're having fun!" Scarlet told him, making him chuckle softly.

"I know, but we can't stay here forever," he reminded them, "And your mum told me to get you home before dark."

"Can't we stay a little longer?" Aimee pouted, "We like Y/N!" You just smiled at them.

"How about this: you can stay with Y/N for as long as it takes me in the bathroom," he offered, "But then, we have to go home."

"Fine," Scarlet huffed. You laughed softly again as Michael got up, throwing the trash away on his way to the bathrooms.

"So," you started, looking at the two girls, "Do we have any secrets we need to talk about before Michael comes back?"

"Yes!" Scarlet informed you, "Are you the same Y/N in Mikey's Chemistry class?"

"I don't know how that's a secret, but yes," you laughed lightly, your eyes flicking between each of them as they tilted their heads, "How do you know that?"

"'Cause he talks about you," she shrugged, taking you by surprise.

"He does?" you asked softly.

"Yeah!" Aimee chirped with a grin, "He says he's helping you with it!"

"Oh..." you nodded, realizing they meant he'd only mentioned he was tutoring you, "Yeah, he is."

"Are you better at it now?" Scarlet wondered, "'Cause Mikey's really smart and he's really good at all sorts of things!"

"I'm getting there," you chuckled at the little girl's antics.

"You're really pretty," Aimee said randomly, "But we already knew that too."

"Yeah? How's that?"

"'Cause Mikey said so," she shrugged as well, making your heart skip a beat.

"Michael said I'm pretty?" you questioned, and both girls nodded rapidly.

"He didn't say she was pretty, Aimee," Scarlet shook her head.

"Yeah, he did!"

"No," she insisted, "He said she was beautiful." Your heart skipped a beat as the smaller girl rolled her eyes.

"Same thing!" Aimee replied. But you couldn't respond because you noticed Michael making his way back over.

"Alright, you two," he said, stopping at the edge of the table, "Time to head out." The girls frowned again but did as he said, scooting out of the booth and onto their feet.

You all walked outside and got into the car, and you were honestly ready to head home yourself. You couldn't keep yourself from yawning, making Michael look at you as he started the engine.

"Tired already?" he asked with a small chuckle, "It's only 8:30."

"Shut up," you said softly, laughing as well and rubbing your eyes.

"Well, I'll take you home first then," he said, "My aunt likes to visit and who knows how long that'll take." He grinned softly when you laughed again.

~

"Thanks for bringing me home, Michael," you said softly as he pulled into your driveway, knowing Aimee had already fallen asleep behind you.

"No problem," he replied with a small smile.

"Drive safe," you told him, missing him smile again as you got out of the car.

"Mikey!" Scarlet hissed one the door shut behind you, "Walk her to her door!"

"What are you-"

"Be a gentleman!"

"Scar, I can't leave you two here by yourselves," he insisted, "Your sister is asleep."

"Mikey!" she exclaimed softly.

"Fine!" he squeaked out, watching you look over your shoulder when you heard his car door open.

"What are you doing?" you asked.

"Being a gentleman, I guess..." he murmured, coming up to you.

You looked into the car and noticed Scarlet watching the two of you. You chuckled softly, looking down at your feet as you and Michael made your way up the walkway leading up the front porch.

"Thanks for the food," you whispered, your voice not giving you more than that, "You really didn't have to buy mine for me."

"I wanted to," he insisted in a tone almost as low as yours.

"Thanks," you repeated, not sure what else to say.

"Well, I, uh... I'll see you on Monday..." he cleared his throat lightly. You nodded and he went to step away from you, only to have the motion interrupted.

"Mikey!" Scarlet called from where she was now hanging out the car window, "Kiss her goodnight!"

"Scar, stop it!" Michael's eyes widened.

"What?! That's what the people in the movies do!"

"Scarlet!"

"Michael!" she challenged, making him huff lightly.

"I am so sorry about her," he breathed, turning back to you, "I don't know why she's-"

Michael cut himself off when you suddenly leaned in and pressed your lips to the middle of his cheekbone. He stared at you in shock as you pulled back, a bright blush on your cheeks and a shy smile pulling at the corners of your mouth.

"W-What about you and- and Luke...?" he murmured.

"Me and Luke?" you tilted your head curiously.

"You guys are... You guys are together, aren't you...?"

"No!" you shook your head rapidly, "He's my best friend!"

"But I... I saw you at your locker the day you asked me to tutor you... He... He kissed you... Called you 'princess'..."

"He's always done that," you told him seriously, "Our parents knew each other in college – we grew up together. We don't like each other like that... And he knows I already like someone else..."

"Oh..." he said softly, looking down at his shoes as his curiosity got the better of him, "Who...?"

"The guy tutoring me in Chemistry," you finally admitted, making his head snap back up.

"M-Me?" he whispered, his voice unexpectedly breaking.

"The other day... When I asked if you wanted to do something other than study tonight... I... I was hoping you'd say yes so we could do something together... But you said you needed friends to go out and I... It was obvious you don't consider us friends, so... I didn't end up asking you to come to the arcade with me at all... I thought you'd say no..."

"I'd never say no to you..." Michael confessed, blushing a bit himself when you giggled lightly. You looked at each other for a moment before he spoke again. "D-Do you want to go out with m-me tomorrow?" he asked so softly that you almost didn't hear it, "W-Without my cousins?"

"I would love to, Mikey," you accepted, making him blush even brighter at the sound of his nickname coming from your mouth.

"We-Well, I... I'll see you t-tomorrow then..." he said bashfully.

You grinned again, only to turn a bright red when he bravely pressed a kiss to your cheek just as you'd done to him earlier. He didn't even take a moment to gauge your response – he just scurried off of your porch and back to his car where his cousins were waiting to be taken home.

"Bye, Y/N!" Scarlet called out the window that was still open.

You laughed in response, waving at her before catching Michael's gaze again. He smiled at you and you smiled back, offering him a small wave as well as he pulled out of your driveway and went home, both of your hearts racing with anticipation of what the next day would bring.

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