dreaming 1

                                    

                                          
-next day-
Since it was your day off, you didn't bother trying to wake up with any alarms. you slept in very late, but even after 11 hours of sleep you felt no closer to being well-rested. it was probably due to the dream you had, which was strange enough on its own since you rarely have dreams. You vaguely remember testing an animatronic, just like yesterday, but instead of it being big, blue and friendly, the animatronic rabbit was instead a gross yellow-brown color and looked like it had been ripped to shreds. Michael wasn't there either, and so you were alone with the rabbit. you kept holding up pictures for it to respond, but it's head was downcast towards the floor and it was completely still. until, that is, your subconscious changed the blank pictures all to pictures of Michael- then the robot responded. it began to walk towards you, and it made a terrible creaking, groaning noise as it moved. you were frozen to your spot, your body wouldn't move, and the animatronic slowly walked across the elongated room towards you. as it neared, your vision blurred and a dark red ooze began seeping out of the rabbit. you looked down and that same ooze was dripping from your chest. blood. a lot of it. Once you looked back up, the rabbit was inches away from you, poised to attack, and the two of you stayed frozen like that for what felt like infinity. you remember the end of your dream very, very well.
 it was just a dream, there's nothing to fear. just a dream. Besides, today's important- I can't let something like that cloud my mind.
needing to clear your head, you throw on some clean(ish) clothes and walk outside. It's a windy day, but the sun is out so the temperature is perfect. you decide to walk a different route than you have in the past, since you want to see more of the small town. After strolling aimlessly for about 45 minutes, you find what looks like the busiest part of town. There are over two dozen small restaurants, shops and other businesses on the one block alone, and there isn't a chain business in sight. There's almost nothing that you love more than small businesses flourishing. maybe you'll start one some day, who knows. That would be really nice. you consider starting a small flower shop, right here, in the middle of town. you've always loved flowers. or perhaps a fashion boutique- although you're not very talented with styling clothes.
 no matter your level of skill or expertise, it's fun to picture yourself in those scenarios- running a little shop as you grow old, serving long time customers who you consider friends, being in a community like that. Maybe I will do that after college. It's far from what I was planning, but plans change. 
you didn't bring any money with you, but you tell yourself that you'll come back again and explore the shops more. For now however, you need to get home to prepare for your date with Michael. date? Or just a friendly dinner? ugh, who cares. you dismiss your annoying thoughts and head home. when you were younger, you had taught yourself how to "turn off" the thoughts and to this day you still do it sometimes. Once you get home, you check your phone and see a text from Michael.
Michael :D : whats ur address shawty
you roll your eyes at his text, but still respond immediately. 
y/n: Firepark Apartments, 3804 Firepark st. 213B.
y/n: u gonna come pick me up in a limo or something?
Michael :D : mayyyybeeee :)
you smile more at his texts and sit on your bed as the two of you talk. He seems so sweet, like he really cares about you. part of you wants to think this can't be real. However, the other part of you is smiling at your phone, twirling your hair and giggling to yourself so you try to silence the non believing piece of you.
as you text him more you realize you have no idea what to wear or do for tonight.
y/n: wanna FaceTime?
Almost as soon as you ask, his contact lights up on your screen. you answer the call and see him sitting at his table (or possibly desk) at home.
"hey." he says to you with a grin. you can't help but smile back.
"what should I wear tonight? is it casual, like what should-'' you begin to ask, but he interrupts you.
"wow, you're not even gonna say hi back first?" he asks with that stupid smile of his.
you scoff. "It's usually rude to interrupt someone, y'know."
"usually?" he asks, still smirking.
"yeah, but I'll let it slide for you, only because I need your help." you respond nonchalantly.
"Alright, good to know I'm special." Michal replies. "I dunno though, I thought we could go to dinner then walk around the square and look at all the shops. then... I have a surprise for you after that."
"a surprise? like what?"
he laughs. "It's a surprise, I can't tell you! But wear shoes you can walk in." you roll your eyes at him again, but now you're laughing a little too. You can't help but feel happy around him, and the conversation starts to flow. He ends up helping you find an outfit since you're extremely bad at styling yourself no matter what the occasion is.
"should I do my makeup?" you ask, really just thinking out loud. "I don't really know how to." with that he grins and jumps up. "where are you going?" you ask. 
"I'll be over in 10 minutes, I'm gonna do your makeup." he says. before you can protest. He hangs up.
"what, no I can- ugh." it's not like I can stay mad at him. Maybe he's really good, who knows.
you throw on the outfit you decided on quickly since Michael will probably show up extremely soon. Just as you finish the final touches of jewelry, he knocks on the door. you open it and before you can even say hello he's pulled you to the nearest chair.
"dude, what?" you ask, kinda dumbfounded.
"don't even worry about it. I'm amazing at doing eyeliner. besides, I needed an excuse to see you as soon as I could." as eccentric as he is, you can't deny that he's adorable. you feel slightly embarrassed that he can see how messy your apartment is, but he doesn't seem to mind. his face is so close to yours as he draws on your eyes, focusing on making the two look identical. After just a few minutes he shows you the finished product- a simple but beautiful eyeliner. 
"You need to teach me how you did that." you say in awe.
"Okay, practice on me then." he responds with a shrug. He's kneeling in front of you. and you're sitting on a weird wooden stool that came with the apartment. He looks so happy right now- there's no traces of stress, tiredness or regret on his face. He looks at you like a puppy- as if he has no problems of his own and just wants to be around you. you finally nod, and take the eyeliner pen from him. you have to rest your hand on his face to stop it from shaking as you do his makeup, but he doesn't seem to mind. When you finish, his eyes are a little messier than yours, but he's really happy with them. 
"you ready?" Michael asks. you nod your head yes, and he takes you by the hand and leads you to his car. 
a/n: i used to be able to do my eyeliner but i haven't in a while lol
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