Mike Wheeler—yeah, that guy. He's your boyfriend, a good one, too.

He used to flirt with girls all the time, but ever since he got with you, he stopped doing that completely—and you didn't even have to ask!

He even calls you those sweet little nicknames that always made you blush (yes, infront of his friends too, that handsome jerk), you two hold hands, and you two cuddle sometimes...

It was nice. But you wanted more intimacy. And what better way to get that kind of attention from him than wearing something revealing?

Not that you had anything that revealing in your closet, like hell your parents would let you wear that kind of stuff—but you had some crop tops and some short skirts... yeah, that could work.

You looked at yourself in the mirror for a few minutes, trying to figure out if this would make you look attractive or if this would make you look like an absolute idiot—and then you left and headed for Mike's house.

Mike's house wasn't that far, it was about 3 blocks away or something. You didn't text him beforehand because he had already said you can come over whenever you want.

And when you got there, you didn't knock—didn't need to, because you had keys (which you totally didn't steal, nope), so you just walked straight in after unlocking the door.

Mike, who was on his couch watching some romance movie, immediately looked away from the screen to see who just walked in. And let's just say, he very clearly wasn't expecting you, let alone you in a crop top and a short skirt.

You, the person who—whenever revealing clothing is mentioned—says they'd never wear that kind of stuff, was now in his house, wearing that kind of stuff.