Part of Your World
AN: Welcome to my new Mileven fanfic! I know TLYD Missing Moments aren't finished yet, but I've been itching to get this new story started and I really hope you like it :-)
Chapter 1: Eleven
16th January 1992
Mike yawned loudly as he left the Department of Computer Science just before the security guard came to lock up. The moment he began walking down the steps of the building he shuddered in the ice-cold January air. Mike pulled his black coat tighter to his body, hoisted his backpack on and wrapped the scarf his mom had knitted for him close to his neck trying to ease off some of the bitter cold. It was only a fifteen-minute walk to his dorm, an easy twelve minutes if he cut through Plaisance Park.
He began to pick up his pace, his journey illuminated by the orange glow of the many security lights of the college that spread across the small avenues that made up the University of Chicago. Mike squinted at his digital watch in the darkness of the night and groaned when he realised it was almost 11pm.
Classes had finished at 5pm but Mike had eaten quickly and then headed back to the building to use the computer room. Well more specially to finish writing codes for the assignment that was due in tomorrow at 9am.
He would like to blame Dustin for the fact that his assignment wasn't completed until about ten minutes ago. A promise of a Star Wars marathon had been all it had taken to make Mike leave his coding behind in favour of Princess Leia, Han Solo and Luke Skywalker.
Sharing a dorm room with Dustin certainly had its challenges, one of them being his ability to distract Mike which had resulted in him typing furiously into the night as he quickly tried to get the assignment done and of at least some kind of good quality.
Mike was mostly in his own world as he walked towards the park, only briefly thinking that campus was really quiet that evening. He assumed it was to do with the bitter cold that night.
He shivered and ploughed on, wanting to get back to his room as soon as possible. He wondered if Dustin would be worried or if he would have guessed what Mike had been busy doing.
He was just entering Plaisance Park when he looked at the grass, turned to a stiff sparkling white as he took a moment to appreciate the beauty of winter. The frozen grass made a crunching noise as Mike headed across the park towards home.
He didn't notice the man following him, too absorbed with wondering whether Alien 3 was going to be as freaky as 1 and 2. Mike wasn't the biggest fan of scary movies, but Max, one of his childhood friends insisted he needed to toughen up. According to Max it was one of the reasons he was so hopeless with girls.
He disagreed of course, thinking it was more to do with his general awkwardness and love of anything nerdy that made girls keep a safe distance. Okay he'd kissed like two girls in his whole life, so he wasn't doing too bad!
But Mike was going to turn 21 next month and he'd never…well you know. Dustin had insisted that college was the time to get rid of the v card because everyone was up for experimenting and enjoying their freedom from their parents. But for Mike, he actually wanted it to mean something. Was that so wrong?
Any more complex thoughts in his mind were cut short when he received a heavy shove to the back and his arms flailed trying to catch himself. He fell face forward into the grass with a "umph" escaping his mouth as he cut his chin on a jagged stone.
Suddenly someone was leaning down next to him and Mike gulped, his eyes widening in horror as a pen knife was forced by his throat. He could feel his heart hammering in his chest as he tried to look up at the culprit from his position on the floor. He could smell alcohol and something else, which he could only assume was some kind of drug by the pungent smell.
"Give me your money or I'll slit your fucking throat," the man said in a slurred and dark voice.
Mike tried not to panic and forced himself to speak. "My…my wallet. I-It's in the backpack. At the front."
The man's hands went to the backpack, Mike could feel it being rummaged in as it dug into his back. He wanted to fight back, wanted to get up and run but he was too scared to move.
Mike wasn't what you would call athletic and he could just imagine his damn luck would be to try and run and stumble, only for the man to then slit his throat for trying to get away.
The man fumbled with his wallet and then swore loudly. "Are you fucking with me?! There's ten dollars in here! Where's the rest?!"
The blade went back to Mike's throat and he started to hyperventilate. "T-that's all I have on me. I'm…I'm a student." He said feebly, already knowing that wouldn't be acceptable to the man.
"You think you can be funny?! You little sh - " But what else he was about to say or do Mike didn't know, because suddenly the knife flung out of the man's hand and went flying off into the distance.
"What the fu – AH!"
Mike couldn't believe his eyes as the man was flung away from him as if there was an invisible hook around his waist that had yanked him away, more like flew him away.
"Go." A female voice called, her tone low and intimidating.
Mike heard the drunk man scramble to his feet and when he finally had the courage to turn his head again, he squinted in the darkness, just seeing the silhouette of the man running as fast as his heavy body would take him.
"Are you okay?" The same feminine voice asked, but this time the anger was gone and there was concern in her soft voice.
Mike gulped and turned to the source of the noise. He jumped slightly seeing as this girl had a creepy looking mask on hiding her face.
"Er…um…yeah?" He said feeling scared that she was going to try and mug him too if her dark clothing was anything to go by. From what he could see in the darkness she had dark ripped jeans on, matching a black ripped top underneath a heavy black coat.
"Oh, I forgot…" The girl mumbled before lifting the mask, so it went into her sleek dark hair which was gelled back.
It might have been dark outside, but Mike suddenly felt as if a warm light had erupted into his heart when he looked at this girl. She was pretty, really pretty.
He felt his jaw drop as he took in her rose petal lips, her soft looking skin and her mesmerising eyes. Her eyes looked like they had specks of gold in them and his cheeks blushed as he watched her gaze stare back at him, taking in his features too.
They stayed like that for a moment until she looked down at the grass, leaning down to pick something up that Mike couldn't see. He was too busy still staring at her to notice anything else.
"Michael Wheeler," She said quietly to herself, looking down at something in her hands which Mike quickly realised was his wallet and by the way her beautiful lips curved into an amused smile, he cringed knowing she was looking at his student ID.
"I-It rained that day, so my hair went all curly." He quickly explained feeling his cheeks blush when he suddenly remembered that he was still lying in the grass and looking like a wastoid. Mike huffed and quickly sat up on the grass, his cheek damp from the ice.
Her finger gently traced the photo and she smiled to herself, "pretty" she whispered making Mike's eyes immediately widen, unsure of what to say. She looked down at him but her smile faltered when she saw his chin.
"You're hurt." She said concerned, kneeling down to his level on the grass and reaching out to gently touch his injury, he tried to be brave and not flinch when her finger collided with the cut.
"It's nothing." Mike tried to say nonchalant, not wanting to appear weak to this pretty girl, even though she had just saved his life and not the other way around.
In that moment Mike was brought out of the shock of seeing such a beautiful girl and remembered everything else that had happened.
"Wait a minute…did you see that guy? He like flew through the air. And his knife too!" He hurried to say, feeling like his own words were crazy but surely this girl had seen it all too?
She immediately looked nervous and averted her eyes. "No…I…I didn't see it." She mumbled, her hands wringing together anxiously and despite the fact that they had only met and that he didn't even know her name, Mike felt like he could read her.
"Did you…did you make him fly?" He gasped, staring at her with stunned eyes and noticing her panic which immediately made him feel guilty. "I won't tell anyone! I…I promise."
She bit her lip nervously and her eyes which looked scared seemed to soften at his words. "You promise?" She whispered.
Mike nodded his head and scrambled to his feet. "Yeah I promise." He gulped, trying to ignore the fact that she was short and really cute if you looked past the whole intimidating punk look.
The girl was about to open her mouth to say something when there was a noise and both the girl and Mike snapped their heads in fear towards the sound.
"Where did you go?" Another female's voice called, and Mike realised that she was talking to the pretty girl who cringed and averted her eyes to the floor.
"We need to go Eleven." A deep voice of a man boomed, and Mike flinched when he realised there was five of these people all stood a distance away in similar masks to what the pretty girl had worn.
Mike's eyes widened when he realised they looked like the kind of people that you really didn't mess with.
The girl nodded almost hesitantly, and Mike's realised she was responding to Eleven. "Eleven? That's your name?" he asked her in surprise.
She turned back to him, her eyes wide and nervous but she nodded quickly before handing him back his wallet. He clung to it and watched helplessly as she pushed the mask down and turned to her gang.
"Wait!" Mike called as she started to walk away. She turned slowly and he gulped, not even sure what it was he wanted to say, but wishing she didn't have to go.
"T-thank you for saving my life." He said in one breath.
She shrugged slightly and Mike hated that he couldn't see her face. "I didn't want you to get hurt." She said in a soft voice that just did something to Mike's heart which he felt fluttering in his chest.
"Can I…can I see you again?" he asked as bravely as he could.
She sighed and shook her head. "That's…that's not a good idea."
"But – " Mike began to protest but she had turned back to her gang and was hurrying over to them. He didn't know what happened next, but they seemed to disappear altogether.
Mike looked around in confusion, almost still feeling her presence as if she was walking past him but unable to see her.
"I'll find you." He whispered into the cold night. "I promise."
AN: Thank you for reading :-) The next chapter will be longer but I just wanted to give you all a feel for the story and get some feedback to see if you're interested by this story or not. So please review! Thank you.