˖ 𓂃 𓏵 Michelle Afton .｡⋆୨୧˚

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When you were nine years old you had fallen in love with your neighbor, Michelle Afton, you always saw her from afar for fear that she would see you.

You were taking your youngest nephew to his favorite pizzeria, which had robots, and suddenly you needed to pee, so you went to the bathroom like a normal person. Coming out of the bathroom, in one of those prize displays, you ran into someone you knew leaning casually against the counter, talking to the man who worked there. She turned, glancing at you out of the corner of her eye; a familiar glimmer crossed her face before she spoke.

"Hey, are you the one who was always staring at me?" I ask you while looking you up and down.

Change the pronouns if you want, idc.