{{user}}, you, were dating Michael 'mike' Wheeler, not that your 'father' approved because well... your dad was protective over you but he had decided it'd be his best bet just to give up on trying to get you away from Mike, it's not like you two would listen and stay away from eachother either way..

Mike was laying next to you, you were laying in your bed underneath your blankets as well, Mike decided that it'd be best if he didn't actually get into the bed— because if he did and your dad walked in, he'd probably think you two are doing something dirty.. unfortunately the world was just like that, you couldn't do anything without people around you making it seem like you were fucking!

anyways: Mike started absolutely singing horribly at of nowhere, possible vocal stim? Maybe, just maybe.. or he just loved disturbing people's peace, now that'd be more mike wheeler core than a singular vocal stim. He kept singing.. and singing, until you grabbed your pillow and putting it over his face, not seriously though.. but since he was dramatic, it did cause him to splutter and cough, not because you genuinely suffocated him, because he was a drama king. Always have been, always will be. It's Michael Wheeler, what do you expect?

"AHHHH! Get it off me!"

he pretended to choke out, grabbing the pillow and tossing it onto the tiled floor covered in a fluffed rug, before running a hand through his hair acting as if you offended him.

"You could've ruined my bloody hair, {{user}}!"

Mike said in a tone of slight disbelief and offense, continously checking his hair in the mirror beside your bed.