You've known Michael for a while now, ever since he joined Heartland Academy, you were always there for him. You met him about a year ago, and actually it was the first anniversary of your friendship. You were waiting at the gates of the school when you saw the pink haired boy coming. You waved at him, and he enthusiastically waved back, running quickly towards you. "Hi y/n!" he said happily.
You smiled and answered: "Hey!" you talked a bit about homework until the bell rang. It was then you realised you two had gym -which was on the other side of campus- and Trey quickly grabbed your hand, pulling you along into a run.
"We have to hurry, come on!" he said as he ran. You started running too, trying to keep up with him.
"Hey! Please keep in mind not everyone is as fast as you!" you puffed, almost tripping over a rock.
"I'm sorry!" he said once you had arrived at the gym. You bend forward, resting your hands on your knees as you caught your breath.
"It's fine..." you croaked out and looked at him with a cheap smile, which he returned. "Anyway, I wanted to-"
"Hey, hurry up or you'll both get detention!" the teacher interrupted.
"Yes sir!" you both said simultaneously, running towards the -seperate- dressing rooms.
After the torture of gym, you had math, which you failed horribly because of the surprise test. To keep it short, today was not your day, so by lunch time, you were sulking through the hallway.
"Aw, come on, y/n! Cheer up!" Michael said, sweat dropping lightly.
"How can I?" you asked, your h/c hair covering your face.
He leaned a bit closer and whispered in your ear: "Because everyone can see your underwear..."
"WHAT?!" you exclaimed, immediately straightening yourself and pulling your skirt down. When you heard a small snicker, you turned your tomato red face to the boy, your embarrassment being replaced by anger. He then gently cupped your cheek.
"That's much better, now I can at least see your face again," he said sweetly in such a way you're anger melted away like an icecube in the desert. You blushed faintly.
"Ok... But..." you muttered, trying to get something out of your bag.
"Heya guys! Come on up here!" you heard someone yell, and when you turned to the voice, you noticed it was Yuma, and he was sitting on the roof with Tori, Cathy, Caswell and all the others, even those new students, Mizar and Dumon. However you weren't really in the mood to go -since you wanted to talk to the younger Arclight alone to celebrate your anniversary-, it would be rude to decline the invitation and you looked at him, who seemed a bit in thought as well, after a second he nodded, and you two joined the others on the roof, enjoying lunch. It seemed you had to give it to him after school, then. The rest of the day, fortunately, went a bit better.
When the final bell rang, you sighed relieved and headed for the school gates, where you'd give III his present you got for him. He was already waiting for you when you arrived. You quickly joined him, but when you looked at him, he seemed to be a bit uncomfortable.
"What's wrong?" you asked, slightly worried.
"Oh... uh... It's nothing, I just wanted to talk to you about something," he said, trying to smile like there was nothing going on -and failing terribly- "Listen, I just wanted to tell y-"
"Little brother~ Chris asked me to pick you up while I was going home from the tournament!" you heard a voice say. It was Thomas, Michael's older brother. You'd never seen him in the flesh before, since he was too busy with tournaments, but you had seen him on tv once. He looked pretty much the same, but his expression seemed to be even more silly and careless -if that was even possible- than on tv.
"And who's the pretty lady~ Oh wait, you're y/n, right?" you nodded hesitantly, not sure how to react.
"Oh I've heard soooo much about you! Little brother talks about you all the time!" the older sibling exclaimed enthusiast. He then clasped his hands together and pursed his lips as he looked up at the sky. "Oh big brothers I just met the most beautiful girl ever, she has the prettiest h/c hair and perfect e/c eyes! And have I told you about how she has the most gorgeous voice? It makes me want to listen to her all day! And she's so sweet and nice to everyone!" Quattro continued, speaking in a slightly higher pitched voice and Trey -his face even more pink than his hair- tried to cut him of, almost pleading him to stop. You giggled, knowing it was just a little joke.
"Fine, fine," the red and blonde said. "It's time to go home anyway."
"Just a minute, you go already, i'll be right behind you!"
Thomas shrugged and started walking as Michael opened his back, took a piece of paper and scribbled something on it. He then handed it to you and ran of to catch up with his brother. You looked at what was written on the note and made out -with a little effort-
east docks
7.30pm?
You thought about it, was he asking you out?
No, that couldn't be it, but it must be important if it couldn't wait until tomorrow.
As you saw the two brothers slowly leave your sight, you waved and yelled: "See you then!"
Trey quickly turned around, a wide smile on his face.
"Great!" he yelled back, placing his hands around his mouth to make sure you'd hear.
The moment you got home, you immediately started doing your homework, so you'd finished it by the time you had to get going.
7.15
7.30
8.00
8.30
Nothing. You were at the east docks, as promised, but he was not. He... Hadn't forgotten about it, had he? It would've been the second thing he had forgotten, aside from your anniversary. Sad, you sat down on the ground and started toying with the little present you had for him. The box was about the size of your hand you let it rest on and was covered in a purple wrapping paper.
"What a waste," you said, throwing it over your shoulder, however you didn't hear a thud.
"What's a waste?" a familiar voice said. You spun around -and since the speed and the fact you were sitting, you almost hit the ground face first- to see Trey standing behind you, inspecting the box.
"Since you seemed to have put a lot of effort in it, I highly doubt it's a waste." he said as he raised an eyebrow. You were standing now, looking at him with a tomato red face. You were blazing with anger and-
PATS!
A bright handprint was set on Michael's cheek, his eyes wide in shock. You didn't say anything, and looked away. He reached up after a while, rubbing his cheek.
"I... I deserved it, I'm sorry..." he said, still recovering from the shock.
"Why...?" you then asked. "Why... Why did you want me to come... Why didn't you come...?"
"I wanted to talk to you, privately, but I couldn't get away from my brothers and father."
You looked up at him, now feeling guilty you'd hit him. "Oh..."
"It's fine, it'll heal." he grinned cheesley.
"If you say so..."
"Anyway, what's this?" he pointed at the package. You fiddled your fingers, unsure what to say, so you decided to tell the truth. "A present... for you... because of our friendship's anniversary..." you said, making small breaks between each part. His mouth made an 'o' shape, before a wide smile spread across his face.
"Can I?" he asked, pointed at the present.
"Sure," you said with a small shrug. He carefully opened the box and took out a small figure of Chronomaly Golden Jet on a chain, it was also a whistle.
"I couldn't really think of anything else, I know-"
"It's perfect," he cut you off, and put it around his neck with the chain.
"But, in that case," he reached for something in his pocket, "I'll have to give you this," he said and opened his hand. In his palm was a silver bracelet with some f/c colored gems dangling from it.
"It's beautiful..." you said, completely in awe. He then slowly laid it in your hand, a light blush on his face.
"T-thanks..." he stuttered. You pulled him into an embrace, placing your hands around his neck. That made him blush even more, but he returned the embrace, placing his arms around your waist.
"You know... Y/n... I don't think I want to be just friends anymore..."
You stared at him, surprised by his statement. You admit you have feeling for him, but... Were you really ready for a relationship? You giggles softly, before smiling warmly.
"Maybe it's better if we wait... For now, at least," you said.
He smiled back, "I like that," he answered. You smiled more and placed your lips against his cheek.
AN: … On the other hand this keeps me from getting bored at school, so I may as well publish my brables.
I feel so ashamed for sinking this deep OTL.
THIS IS A SIDE PROJECT. THIS DOES NOT AFFECT MY OTHER STORIES AND WILL NOT GAIN PRIORITY.
That being said, I'm also going to warn you that these are one-shots and will stay one-shots, meaning that I will not be making a sequel to this III shot or will make any other shot revolve around him, at least not until I have majority of the cast covered.
Stay tuned and seeya later!