"𝙄𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧

𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧

𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩

𝙄 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙩

𝙏𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙘𝙠"

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Mickey PoV

(Y/N) PoV

Oh

My

God

I just fucking kissed her.

He just fucking kissed me. Or did I kiss him? I can't even remember, oh my god. How much alcohol have I had to drink? I didn't think it was that much!

OHMYGOD I JUST FUCKING KISSED (Y/N) OH MY GOD DID RANDY FUCKING SEE THAT??

He just- he really just did that. We? We did that.... Oh, geez, what am I going to tell Jessica now?

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

Does this mean that everyone was right? That a guy and girl can't be best friends without some sort of romance? No, that can't be right! Because if they were right, then I would have to admit that I most certainly did feel something in that kiss, that I see him as having potential to be more than a friend. And I don't! We're just friends. The kiss was accidental, Mickey is very obviously drunk, that didn't mean a damn thing!
But what is it they say about drunk people? Drunk actions are sober thoughts? Following that line of reason....NO!

Oh my god,  oh my god, oh my god, this is going to make things so much more difficult now- I need to push her away before I start doing The Job, I can't have her interfering, she might get killed- did she like the kiss, at least? She looks confused. She's just staring at me. Oh god, does she hate me now? I can always just blame it on the alcohol, can't I? Sure I can!
I just hope that no one else saw that...

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(3rd pov- mainly focused on mIcKeYyY)

The two stared at each other for three while minutes before either of them spoke. The music was pulled down from a deafening level to white noise. Their thoughts were loud, louder than it should have been, making both of the friends half-wonder if the other could hear them think.

A commercial interrupted the movie, screams and dramatic knife sound effects interrupting Mickey's train of thought.

"A movie based on the true horrifying events set in Woodsboro, California of 1996!"

Shit.

"STAB! Be sure to lock your doors- they certainly didn't. Coming to theaters February 28th!"

Shit! That was tomorrow. He had to be there, that was going to be the introduction scene...the thing to kick off the whole event!

Mickey bit the inside of his cheek, hard enough to where he began tasting his own blood "Well- I think you've had enough to drink for tonight." He said. His voice didn't come out exactly how it should have- it barely even sounded like his own. Low, husky.
He put a hand on (Y/N)'s shoulders, pushing her away from him gently. She gave him an unreadable look...was it disappointment, sadness, anger? Mickey couldn't be bothered to figure it out right now. Later, he would undoubtedly sit and stew over that expression, perhaps bothered by the uncertainty of it. But for now, he could only focus on one thing at a time.

And that was the only thing he had come to this college for. Not to go through a romantic coming-of-age movie with a new friend. Not to get a girlfriend. Not to make friends at all. To finish the business left behind in Woodsboro. To make a sequel worthy of the original.
He couldn't let someone get in the way of that. He couldn't. Not after all the hard work he did, after all of the plans he painstakingly wrote out alongside his partner.

"You should get back to your dorm, (Y/N)." He continued, starting to lead her towards the exit, making his way through the crowd.

(Y/N) didn't say anything. Only pursed her lips and left her half-drunk beer on a table as they passed by. Her hands didn't find a hold on Mickey, like they had for the whole night. No grabbing onto his shirt so she didn't lose him. No putting the palm of her hand on his back. She only held her own hands in front of her, subtly fidgeting with her fingers.

As soon as they stepped out of the boy's dorm building, a breath of cool air struck them. The door closed behind them, shutting out all of the loud noises of the party inside.

Mickey and (Y/N) stood there, side by side, staring straight ahead. Neither of them looked at each other for a minute.

"My bad." (Y/N) finally spoke "I didn't mean to- it's just with all the noise, and the drinks, and- and Jessica-" she held up her hands in exasperation.

Mickey nodded "Yeah. I'm sorry, too." He crossed his arms across his chest, taking in a deep breath "But, one thing's for sure."

"What's that?" She asked, curiously looking at him out of the corner of her eye.

"Well, we got over the inevitable. All boy and girl friends accidentally kiss at least once. It's just how these kind of things go. But now I guess you could say we got that out of the way. And everything can go back to normal."

(Y/N) pulled her hood over her head, tugging at the strings attached "I guess to. But, Mick?"

"Mm?"

"Did everything really stop being normal?"

Mickey frowned, turning to look at (Y/N) face-to-face "Now, what do you mean by that?"

(Y/N) let go of the hoodie strings, and instead stuffed her hands in her pockets, looking at the sky, the ground...anywhere but at Mickey "Well- I mean-" she let out a soft breath "I dunno. Sorry. I'm drunk. I don't even know what I'm saying. What are the odds of me forgetting all of this by tomorrow after I wake up?"

He looked at her, a slight pain in his chest at her words. Was she really drunk, or did she just not want to say what she was thinking? Which one would hurt more- knowing that his friend didn't feel comfortable enough speaking her mind to him, or knowing that there was some unfinished, half-baked thought swirling around in her brain, one that she'd never be able to pull out? Why did he even care? 
"With what you were drinking?" Mickey made a face, flapping a hand in front of his nose as if he smelt something horrendous "I'd say very high."

(Y/N) snorted a laugh, rolling her eyes "Yeah, fair enough. But even if I don't forget about that, then maybe we just shouldn't speak of it at all? Like, just forget it ever happened?"

"Sure thing, weirdo." Mickey nodded, slapping the back of the girl's head. (Y/N) winced at the hit, and smacked the boy's shoulder in retaliation. "Hey-" he grunted, pretending as if the hit hurt "Unfair."

"How is that unfair? You hit me first."

"Well, you're not supposed to hit a guy." He stated.

"I'm pretty sure it's the other way around," (Y/N) chuckled, shaking her head.

"Well, no one ever told me that, so I'm going to ignore you."

His friend only laughed again, finally making eye contact with Mickey "Alright, alright. Well, I'm going to go back to my room and not tell Jessica anything about the party tonight. Maybe sleep for twelve hours or so."

Mickey nodded towards the girl's dorms, raising a brow "You need me to walk you there?"

"Buddy, it is currently..." (Y/N) checked her wrist, frowning when she realized there was no watch on it "Somewhere around 8 pm. Probably. The RA wouldn't let you in even if you were a cop or something. I'll be fine. Thanks." She reached a hand out, patting Mickey on the arm with a faint smile "If you tell a single soul, I'll cut your balls off and deep-fry them," she threatened in a cheery tone, turning on her heel and walking off towards her dorm building with the loping gait of a slightly-drunk individual.

The man rolled his eyes "You tell a soul and I'll write your number on a bathroom stall with a heart next to it!" He threatened in retaliation, waving at (Y/N)- even though her back was to him and she couldn't see him.

Well, then.

That night went to shit.

Or did it?

Eh, that'd be a problem for them to figure out at a later date.