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You had gone out to check the mail that morning. You were enjoying your summer before leaving for college, with full pajamas in the afternoon enjoyment. You flipped through the mail before finding a flyer. You stopped mid-way up the driveway as you opened it. The flyer was for a party at Jeremy’s house at nine. You let out a small hum as you walked back inside. Setting the mail for your parents on the dresser as you went to your room, shutting your door immediately. You pulled the walkie-talkie from your drawer and pulled your window blinds open.
“You couldn’t have called me? Over.” You said, leaning on the window and looking out to the house across the street. You watched as the blinds rose to an equally comfy-looking Michael Afton.
“Felt cooler. Over.” Michael replied groggily. You shook your head.
“Well, who else is goin’? Over.” You asked, sitting on the small chair next to the window.
“The boys. You. Me. Some of their partners. Stragglers on Tom’s side. Over.” Michael responded. You raised an eyebrow.
“Stragglers? Like Dennis? Over.” You questioned. Dennis’ name made Michael physically cringe. Since the last time Tom brought stragglers, it was Dennis and his group. A fist fight broke out when Dennis called Michael a slur. Michael gave you a look you could feel on the street.
“No, Dennis. Over.” Michael said in a serious tone. You gave a small nod.
“Meet at the street corner at eight? Over.” You asked, stepping away from the window.
“It’s a date. Over and out.” Michael replied, making a smile spread on your face. You set the walkie-talkie back in your dresser. You had nine hours to get ready. You looked at the time before looking at your closet. Your stomach then let out a gurgle. Okay, brunch first.
3 p.m. 6 hours til the party.
Once you finished your brunch and did a bit of your own chores, you dragged yourself into the shower. You had a few more hours to kill, but you knew the majority of the time would be spent on your outfit. You still had no idea what to wear. There was no dress code, obviously. But if Michael was there… You groaned loudly in the shower before focusing on rinsing your hair out. Don’t think about it. Push that thought deep in your head, dude.
You sighed as you stepped out of the shower. You dried your body and hair, brushed your teeth, and made sure to put on your best body spray. You’d likely be coming home reeking of teenage delinquency, but you’d at least want to show up smelling better than you leave. You hurried to your room and opened your closet. You put on a pair of underwear before looking through your closet. You chewed on the inside of your cheek as you looked around for something to wear, but nothing looked appealing.
You were never anxious or even nervous for a hangout like this. But it feels different. You all were off to college or job hunting in the next month. This is the last big get-together with the group. More importantly, you and Michael’s possible final hangout. You had no idea what his plans were, but you knew he wasn’t sticking around town long. Unfortunately for you, that meant parting with your crush since middle school. It wasn’t even like you treated him differently. You both were pretty close before, and you’d rather not rock the boat. Now that he’s leaving, it feels scary, sort of like a now-or-never feeling.
You shook your head. Not happening.
You decided on an outfit after an hour of pulling out your entire closet. You went with a ripped-up old band t-shirt—which you could barely see the text print anymore—with a comfortable jacket, ripped blue jeans, and probably your old brown boots. Something comfortable. You decided to add the matching dog tag necklace you and Michael got at the fair last year. You checked yourself out in the mirror. You looked at the time and moved to sit in your bed. You still had an hour and a half to kill. You turned your radio on. Well, you slapped around your nightstand til you found the power button.
Your mind wandered back to Michael. It feels like yesterday you two were just playing at the arcade with stepstools. You ran your hand over the dog tag. Despite his gruff and aloof nature, he was really kind. Even after his brother's accident, Michael just preferred to be alone. He had slowly migrated back after multiple walkie-talkie sessions. Things seemed semi-normal. As normal as things can be. Your eyes slowly drifted closed, feeling your body squeeze into the comfortable couch.
8:15 p.m. 45 minutes til the party.
KNOCK KNOCK.
You jolted awake from your bed. You scrambled up, cursing to yourself as you checked the time. You ran out of your room, shuffling quickly down the stairs. Your foot nearly makes you slide down the carpeted stairs. Your body almost slammed into the door as you opened it. Your clothes were disheveled, and your hair was messy from your nap. Michael had an amused smirk on his face. Compared to you, he wore a plain black shirt, distressed deep blue jeans, and black sneakers. His messy brown hair was as untamed as it had been in the morning, and his only real accessories were a leather bracelet and your matching dog tag, wrapped next to the bracelet.
“You look like a mess. You even set the time, dude.” Michael said, almost as if mocking you. You simply scoffed, sliding your sneakers on and taking your house key.
“Smart ass. You probably just came out and saw I wasn't here,” You remarked with an eyeroll as you locked the door.
“Nope. Been waitin’ for fifteen minutes.” Michael hummed in return. He walked down the steps as you locked the door. His hands reached into his pockets to pull out a crumbled pack. You huffed softly and hurried down the stairs and caught up to him. Your hands wrap around his shoulders and shake him.
“What happened to quitting?” You asked as you moved to walk alongside him.
“Once I’m out of that house, sure,” Michael responded. He brought a cigarette to his lips and pulled a lighter that was shoved into the pack. You shook your head.
“You should just smoke weed or something less damaging.” You said, shoving your hands in your pockets. Michael glanced at you before putting the cigarette away. You smiled, elbowing him in the rib.
“Don’t make it a big deal, or I'll smoke one and blow it all in your face.” Michael huffed. You only chuckled, letting your shoulders relax as you both walked down the sidewalk.
It was already dark. The crickets chirped, and the night sprinklers of some people's lawns created the summer ambience. The street lights were the only thing lighting up the street. Some blinked occasionally, which was far more common the more in town you were. The further you both walked into the suburbs, the more well-kept the houses were. Their street lights shone onto the beautifully kept lawns and gorgeous flowers. You couldn’t help picking a straggler from a fence as you both walked.
“Some hippie just sobbed,” Michael joked, earning a soft exhale from you.
“You’re jokes are awful,” You scoffed, twirling the flower in your hand for a moment before placing it on top of a square mailbox, “I’m coming back for this guy.”
The party has started.
Michael rolled his eyes as he walked up the driveway. There were already three cars parked in the street; only one was still on the driveway. You followed him up the steps as he casually walked into the home. Once you were in the door, music could be from below in the basement. You had been here so many times that the size and wealth around you no longer felt uncomfortable. It felt more like a hangout spot. Especially knowing the house was currently filled with fresh graduates with alcohol.
A girl threw her arms around you two as she cheered, “Finally!” Michael gave her a friendly pat on the shoulder, and you gave her a half-hug. Once pulled back, you're met with Jeremy’s girlfriend, Gabriella’s kind smile. She was a tan girl with dark hair and was the group's sweetheart. You smiled at her and greeted her in return.
“We were waiting for y’all,” Jeremy said, joining Gabriella at the door. Next to each other, you would think they were movie characters. Jeremy’s dark hair and freckles made him look like a boy next door.
“We know our way around,” Michael teased, walking past them to the basement. The moment he opened the door, the room seemed to roar with cheer. You shook your head as the delinquents' ringleader joined them downstairs. Gabriella giggled, giving you a knowing look.
“What would that boy do without you?” Gabriella sighed.
“Probably be in jail,” Jeremy said, to which the pair nodded. You scoffed.
“He would have been if he were capable.” You huffed, following after Michael. You could hear the pair giggle to each other before following you down the stairs to the basement.
Once at the bottom, it was as if it were a completely different place. The entire place was lit up with lights. A pool table lined with drinks and pre-rolls was next to the entrance from the stairs, along with a few chairs occupied by Mason and Dan. They both gave you a cheeky wave before taking sips of their beer. As you walked further in, you were met with Michael on the large couch, already smoking a pre-roll he snuck off the table. You smiled as you jumped to sit next to him, causing him to choke on his smoke.
“Didn’t mean to scare ya,” You said, getting comfortable on the couch. A few others mingled in the area, laughing and talking among one another. It was cut short by Gabriella's whistling. She was standing on one of the chairs strung about.
“Now that our fashionably late guests are here, we get to play a game,” Gabriella said before stepping off the chair. She made room for the group of ten. She sat in a circle, holding a bottle. You and Michael shared a look before you both joined the circle. Gabriella and Jeremy had a sort of look on their faces; one that made you squint and get a few goosebumps. Michael seemed unbothered, taking a drag of his pre-roll. Once everyone had sat down, Gabriella set the bottle in the middle of the group.
“We are doing Seven Minutes in Heaven, but with a twist. You’ll spin the bottle for your heavenly partner.” Gabriella’s words made a few gawks and snickers. You took the pre-roll from Michael’s pre-roll. He frowned a bit, but did not attempt to stop you. Then, you realized Gabriella was staring right at you. As you exhaled, you gave her a look, before her smile grew further, her teeth could have blinded you.
“Mike! You first,” Gabriella said, waving her hands to the bottle. Michael scrunched his face a bit.
“Huuh? Why me first?” Michael groaned, taking the pre-roll back from you to take another hit. Gabriella gave him a sharp look that told him she wasn’t asking.
“Fine, fine.” He sighed, giving you the pre-roll as he reached for the bottle. However, now that you have looked around, only nine people were there. Before you could even realize who was missing, Michael slid the spinning bottle right at Gabriella as Jeremy spooked him by his shoulders. In the midst of the moment, Gabriella slid the bottle back, pointing at you. Time was suddenly moving so fast. As Michael huffed and puffed at Jeremy, his eyes looked to the bottle. Then he looked at you.
Jeremy wiggled in next to his girlfriend and cooed, “Oh! Seems the bottle has chosen!” The whole group giggled and whooped. You tried to keep your face from heating up. Dan happily took the pre-roll from your hand as you were too shocked to get angry. Michael’s face was unreadable, not exactly helping your stomach. Gabriella stood and patted you and Michael’s shoulders as she stepped between you.
“The closet is the one near the stairs! Promise it was cleaned out,” Gabriella chimed, gesturing to the closet dramatically. Oh, so they remediated this sick shit. As Michael walked in front of you, you mouthed, ‘Why do you hate me?’. Gabriella didn’t respond as you both stepped next to the closet. It was a tight space. The items and shelving were obviously removed, but still left little room. As you both stepped in, you got a glance at Gabriella before she closed the door. She mouthed, ‘Love ya!’ before the door shut.
“Okay, lovebird’s we’ll check on ya in seven minutes,” Gabriella spoke through the door before joining the group. You sighed, unable to see anything in the dark. Which meant you felt everything.
You were against a wall, and Michael was against the other. Yet, both your legs were forced to intertwine. His knee was pressed against your inner thigh, which made your face flush even hotter. It didn’t help that you were buzzed and trapped in a hot closet with a hot guy. A hot guy who's been at your side for so long you practically grew up together. This felt so wrong. But your thoughts snapped when Michael groaned.
“I knew they’d do some bullshit like this,” Michael sighed, seemingly trying to look at you in the dark, “Didn’t think a closet would be their thought.” You raised an eyebrow.
“What do you mean?” You questioned. You were under the impression of an obvious matchmaking with Gabriella after you confided in her at prom last month. Michael was quiet for a moment before sucking on his teeth.
“Uh… Well. I guess with the summer ending and everyone’s going places. They wanted me–well, us–to talk about… Something.” He said before trying to move further back.
“Are you like... Dying?” You asked, still obviously confused by his awkwardness.
“Feels like it,” Michael said breathlessly, “I think I might be in love with you, actually.” Your jaw was on the floor. You couldn’t get a word out, but if he could see your face, it’d speak for you. You’re cheeks burned, your eyes blown wide open. You could tell your silence was worrying him as he shifted away. Without even thinking, you grabbed his face and pulled him into an awkward kiss. He let out a quiet grunt from the suddenness, but melted quickly. His hands moved from the wall to your waist. Your back was pinned against the wall as he pushed you upward carefully. Once he pulled away, you huffed softly. One hand reached up to your face, gently caressing your cheek.
“I am in love with you,” You said, quite bravely. He seemed a bit shocked before a low, pleased hum rumbled from his chest. The fact that you felt it in your stomach made it do flips. His thumb ran over your cheekbone before kissing you again. You moved your hands to his shoulders, running fingers through his hair occasionally. His lips parted as his teeth grazed your own gently. You gladly opened access for him, his tongue quickly darting into your mouth. You let out a soft groan as his tongue rolled over yours. Then you felt his knee push up. You let out a choked sound through his tongue, which made him grin. You bite down playfully on his tongue before pressing your knee up in response. The playful but seductive chuckle that left him was going to be your nighttime session voice on repeat.
Your hands moved to his chest as you leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss at the edge of his jawline before nipping playfully. Michael let out a soft sigh, his hand running through your hair. His other hand moved you closer by the waist; however, the awkward position moved you both to sit on the floor of the closet. You moved your legs to straddle Michael, but he wasn’t wasting time. His mouth connected with your neck, dragging you down by your waist. His teeth grazed over your skin before biting down. You let out a strained moan, covering your mouth quickly. The music was loud, and the group was likely distracted, but the last thing you needed was them ruining this. Michael sucked harshly, his hands pushing under your jacket and over your thin shirt. Your brain went static as he moved to your throat. You happily lifted your neck for better access.
You teasingly pulled Michael’s hair, earning a very pleased response. He groaned into your skin as he traveled open-mouth over your throat. You shook your jacket off, allowing him the time to sneak his hand under your shirt. His hot hands on your skin made your hips jump. His fingers ran over your lower back as he marked your neck. Your hands wrapped in his hair or on his shoulders, you huffed softly in his ear. You couldn’t hold back anymore. Your hips rolled downwards. He groaned softly before gripping your waist tightly. By this point, you could see somewhat in the dark. You both stared at each other before you seemed to both succumb to the horny teenagers in your brains.
You shifted a bit, letting Michael sit up. You gently rocked your hips, biting down on your lip as Michael met you halfway. Just the feeling made you melt, grinding your hips together. You knew he was hard, feeling how it rolled over your jeans. Even with multiple layers, you could feel everything. You were growing so needy that you were practically dry humping each other like needy animals. You didn’t think you could be more turned on until you heard metal on something hard. When you looked down, you could see the slight gleam of your dog tag between his teeth.
The fact that the door could open at any moment barely crossed your mind. You also secretly hoped so you could see the look on Michael’s face. You gently cupped his cheeks. Heavy sighs parted between each of you, but he was the first to stop.
“Okay.. Okay… I'm trying not to cum in my pants tonight,” Michael said with an airy laugh. You couldn't hold back your own chuckle. He moved upwards, giving you a chance to slide into his lap. His hands never left your waist. He rolled his thumbs over the small of your back, which was more soothing than before. Your hands stayed on his cheeks. You both silently caught your breath, softly soothing one another. You placed your forehead against his with a soft hum.
“So…” You whispered, “What happens next?” Michael shifted to get comfortable, tapping his finger in thought against your back.
“Well… You’re leaving right?” Michael asked.
“Trying to.” You groaned. Michael was quiet for a moment.
“Come with me,” Michael said as if it were the obvious solution.
“Huh!?” You choked out, covered your mouth, realizing how loud you were. Michael only chuckled. You frowned as you pinched his cheek, causing Michael to whine softly.
“I mean it!” Michael said, pulling your hand away, “Come with me. Far, far away.” You hesitated a bit before putting your hand on his upper arm.
“Don’t you have like… A plan? Or something?” You asked, ‘I doubt you accounted for another person.”
“How do you know that?” Michael questioned back. Through the dark, you stared hard at him.
“You planned this?! Were you in on the bottle thing?” You interrogated, grabbing his face. He shook his head quickly.
“Not the bottle thing!” Michael said desperately, “I was… Going to tell you how I felt and ask you to come with me. Well, depending on your answer. Stop beating around the bush! Will you go with me?” You thought about it for a moment. Nothing was really keeping you here. Your parents weren’t exactly present. It would likely take them a—embarrassingly—long time. This was your ticket out with your closest friend and now sort of boyfriend?
“Yeah. Okay, yes, I’ll go with you.” You said, patting his cheek lightly.
“Great, we leave tonight,” Michael said, shimmying up the wall to stand. While you gawked, he pulled you up with him. Eventually, you saw light pour into the closet as he opened the door. Your eyes adjusted to see that a majority of the group passed out together on the couch. You had a soft smile, knowing well you’d visit them soon. For now, you looked at the man who held your hand and took you upstairs. This was your future now, huh? You both quietly left the party hand and hand. Michael had a determined look on his face. You pulled closer to him as you walked together towards your future together. Away from this fucked up town. You’re sure now everything will turn out okay.
Right?