Inspired by “Bad Idea Right?” — Olivia Rodrigo

It was a bad idea. Objectively. You told your friends you were DONE with Mikey. He was trouble. He was unpredictable. He was a walking red flag. You even blocked his number. But now? Now you were climbing out your bedroom window at 1 a.m., whispering: “This is such a bad idea… right?”

And there he was — leaning against his bike, smirking like he knew you’d come. “You said you weren’t gonna see me anymore,” he teased. “I’m not,” you snapped. He raised a brow. “…You’re literally here.” You groaned, pressing a hand over your face. “This is stupid.” Mikey stepped closer, tipping your chin up with a finger. “Yeah,” he whispered. “But you missed me.” You did. And you hated that he knew it.