A Goth's Love | Michael x Reader

Chapter 12

Pete stood up to follow Michael, but I stopped him. "I'll watch him." I said to him, "Stay here." I said to the rest of them as I walked off to find Michael.

It didn't take me a while to find him by Stark's Pond. He was sitting on a bench smoking. I jumped behind him, taking a seat next to him. He jumped in fear at the sudden action. "Surprised to see me?" I said sarcastically to him. "Why did you follow me? I wanted to be alone." he said, not having the energy to yell at me. "Your friend wanted to follow you, I told him I'll go so they can stay." I said back as I lit up my own cigarette only to find out mine ran out of juice. "Shit. Guess I didn't know mine was low." I spoke up, chuckling a bit. "Come here." Michael spoke to me as he held the lighter I gave him earlier. I didn't want to light my cig with my finger so I scooted closer to him as he lit up my cigarette.

I thanked him as I took a drag. He tried to hand me the lighter in the palm of his hand, "You might need this more." I shook my head as I closed his hand and moved it to his chest. "Let that be a token of our friendship; plus you'll need it more than me." I said to him as I cracked a small smile. His hands felt very cold in my warm hands. "Warm~" Michael said softly until he realized he said that out loud and moved his hands away from mine. He hid his blushed underneath the scarf he was wearing.

"I think we should head back to them." he said underneath his scarf. I agreed and hopped off the bench, "Let's go." I put out my cigarette. Michael got up and stomped out his cigarette and walked back. I followed him and grabbed his hand. His blush returned back to his pale cheeks as he looked back at me and our hands together. He was going to ask, but I answered "Got to keep your hands warm, unless you want to end up with frostbites." "Says the one who's not even wearing anything warm." Michael said back, making a good point. I said, "I lived in heat my whole life so I'm used to the cold." I mean I'm not lying, I have lived in a hot environment. Michael rolled his eyes as he smirked replying back. "Whatever." I mentally sighed with relief.

Michael's POV

What the fuck was that?! My heart is beating like crazy! Did she do something to me?! What is she doing to me?! I took a breath, a fog of my breath escaped the air. It's starting to get colder. I took a glance to the side to see our hands still together. I slowly intertwined our fingers together feeling her warm fingers wrap around my hand. My eyes moved back to the path we were walking. If I'm feeling this way then I must be...

No. It can't be. It's ridiculous.

There's no fucking way. I can't catch feelings.

After all......

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Goth's can't feel love.

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