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whosnearr · 1 year

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"first kiss" m. afton

summary: your average fic where teen!michael is a delinquent that does stupid shit to piss his father off and y/n is dragged along with him.

cw: underage use of drugs (weed), male reader, sappy and cringey gay shit

word count: 1764

the bell rang, releasing you from your first-period history class. you let out a yawn as you walked out the door and began walking down the hall. you slouched over, your books in your arms and your feet dragging along the floor. the switch from your dead silent classroom to the loud hallways was not a good transition. you walked quickly to your next class, head down and not paying attention to where you were walking. thus, you ran into michael. you looked up at him with a flustered look as your papers slipped from your hands.

"jeez- watch where you're going, y/n," he teased as he bent down to help you pick up your papers. this was so horribly cliché.

"i was," you lied as you organized the papers before putting them back in your arms.

"yeah, yeah. whatever you say," he looked over your shoulder and watched as the hallway cleared. the crowd got smaller by the second as students divided into the classrooms. "i hope your next class isn't too important."

"pardon m-" before you could finish speaking, michael grabbed your wrist and pulled you down the hallway. you listened as all the classroom doors slammed shut and locked behind the two of you. the late bell rang and michael was practically sprinting to the doors leading outside. he pushed them open and walked you over to the fence around the football field. "where are we going?" you asked as michael tilted his head back, looking up at the fence. he was calculating the height of the fence and wondering if he could jump over it.

"we're gonna go under the bleachers. don't worry, there's no one there. just me and you," he gave you a quick wink, blatantly flirting with you. whether or not he was joking was unknown to you. you shook your head and looked away from him shifting your gaze up toward the fence in front of the two of you. you opened your mouth to say something about how tall the fence was but before you could even get the words out, michael was scrambling up the fence. the wire scraped against the concrete and the metal bars as he flung himself over, now staring at you from the other side.

"how am i supposed to do that, mr. parkour?" you shook your head before slowly lifting yourself up and climbing up the wire. you awkwardly shifted sides when you reached the top, threw your bag to michael, and then dropped down next to him.

"you would never be able to outrun the cops," he teased before returning your bag. he strolled over to a patch of grass beneath the bleachers and sat with his legs crossed. he pulled his own backpack into his lap and searched through the big pocket.

"yeah, well, unlike you, i don't have to worry about being chased by the cops in the first place," you said and sat down in front of him. you put your bag behind you and let it rest against one of the many metal poles holding up the bleachers.

"well, if you're gonna be friends with me you might wanna start worrying," he said as he pulled a bag out of his bag. it was a plastic sandwich bag filled with what you easily recognized as buds of weed.

"oh jesus christ, michael," you grabbed his backpack and pulled out the grinder and his wraps. "we're on school grounds."

"that's not seeming to stop either of us," he said as he gave you the bag, seeing as you knew what you were doing. you were really just as much of a delinquent as he was. you just didn't have to worry about getting caught. you were smart and michael was an idiot.

"this is illegal. way illegal," you said as you put the bud in the grinder, packing it down in there.

"illegal?" he chuckled and watched as you slowly poured the now ground up weed into a wrap. "that's the fun of it, isn't it?"

you shook you head and just laughed. "that mindset is gonna land you a jail cell of your own to call home one day," you said sarcastically before bringing the wrap up to your lips and licking it to seal it shut, like an envelope.

"gotta take risks, right?" he pulled his lighter out of his pocket as you passed him the joint. he wasted no time lighting it and taking a hit. he blew the smoke out of the side of his mouth with a heavy sigh.

"sure. just don't be an idiot, michael," you said as you took the joint from him. you took a long drag and blew a cloud of smoke in his face. he waved his hand in front of his face to disperse the smoke in the air and scoffed.

"im not stupid," he said all too defensively as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"is that why you're failing literally every single one of your classes? i've seen your grades you know," you took another hit as he attempted to muster up an answer. you chuckled and leaned forward, grabbing his chin gently. "nothing?"

you turned his face and pressed a kiss to his cheek. you sat back and brought your hand up to offer the joint to him. you didn't notice at all but he had this sort of dazed look in his eyes. your touch just seemed to put him under a spell. not only that but you kissed him too. he was too easy. before you could ask him if he wanted the joint back, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours. you were rather shocked. he had his eyes screwed shut as yours were quite the opposite, being wide open. after a short second, you kissed back, wrapping your arms around michael's neck and letting your eyes flutter closed. you delicately held the joint between your fingers and held it away from the both of you to make sure you didn't light anything on fire. your heart was pounding as you felt your face heat up. michael's lips were so soft, it made up for how terrible of a kisser he was.

he pulled away after not long and cleared his throat. he awkwardly pulled at the collar of his shirt and took the joint back from you. he had no idea what came over him. he couldn't blame it on the weed since he had only taken one hit. you were gonna tease him until his dying breath, he knew that for sure.

"you're a terrible kisser," you said and bit your lip to stifle a laugh.

he sat in awkward silence, obviously ignoring you and your comment, as he brought the joint up to his lips. he took a hit long enough to make his lungs burn. a cough forced its way past his lips and he turned away from you.

"don't get all flustered now. what happened to mr. bold from just a second ago?" you asked and leaned forward, pretty much being on your hands and knees.

"it was just. a heat of the moment thing," he said and flicked the ash off the tip of the joint. you could see that his cheeks were rosy and he still refused to look at you.

"was that your first kiss?" you poked his cheek and smiled.

"what? no! of course not. i've kissed plenty of girls before," he pushed your hand away from his face and crossed his arms afterward. he was getting rather defensive. it was kind of cute. his cheeks reddened more, along with the back of his neck and the tips of his ears. he resembled a tomato at this point. he must be the kind of person to blush a lot when he lies, you made a mental note to test your theory later.

"sure you have," you played along and chuckled. "have you ever kissed a guy before?" you questioned further, your heart beating out of your chest.

as cringey as it was, you had a crush on michael for a long time but you were never sure if he was into guys. he hardly ever talked about liking anyone so you could never be sure. but even now that he's kissed you, you weren't sure. what if he was messing with you? what if it was just the weed? what if it meant nothing to him? your heart beat faster as anxiety swelled in your chest. the anticipation was killing you. you needed to know.

he cleared his throat, filling the deafening silence that was consuming the atmosphere around the two of you. he wasn't sure what to say. not only were you his first kiss, you were a guy. was he into girls? maybe. was he into guys? god, who knows. "no," he answered, being honest this time around.

"that would explain why it was so awkward," you said, pestering him beyond all reason. "you could use practice," you sat right across from him and leaned closer to him.

"i've kissed... people... before. i have 'practice'," he argued and used the fingers of one of his hands to create quotations around practice. he looked away from you and took another hit from the joint.

"god. you're such a loser, mikey," you said and huffed. "i've known you since you moved here in freshman year and you have not had one single girlfriend. or boyfriend."

"that's only like three or four years you've known me. what if i had a girlfriend back in middle school?"

"oh, jeez michael. just shut up and kiss me again," you muttered as you almost pounced on him and situated yourself in his lap. you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close to you, smashing your lips against his. he didn't try to push away or argue. he melted like putty in your hands. he kissed back, no questions asked as his hands found their way to your hips, gently squeezing them in his hands. it was euphoric. you'd thought of nothing but this moment for what felt like forever. to feel the heat of his blush against your face. to have him so close to you like this. to feel his hands on your body. to just have him to yourself. just him.

after no where near long enough you pulled away, smiling like an idiot while michael just looked flustered. "wasn't half bad that time," you said, pressing your forehead against his.

"just shut up."

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