Y/o = Your order

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A little more than a week had passed since since the incident occurred. Michael still heavily pursuing and staying with Y/n, watching her silently as she continued through her day.

Her soles had healed up nicely since most of her week was spent being a couch potato. Today was the day she met with her mother for a small coffee meetup.

After her mothers small inquiry on what she was doing, some small talk led to now. Scrambling around in her bedroom, Y/n struggled with her pants before lifting her old shirt to change. Until her door slightly creaked and revealed a pale face stalker curiously peeking in. She slammed her foot on the the door, closing it "Michael, don't be gross!" Adjusting to a new environment with an unwanted roommate was...uncomfortable. She slid a clean shirt over her head an put on some random socks. Opening the door quickly to find Michael still standing there, almost giving her a heart attack.

"Jesus fuck Michael"

She slid past Michael and he followed in pursuit, steadily making down the steps since her feet were still slightly tender. Sliding on some sneakers and reaching for the door, an arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her into a spoon hug. The masked stalker nuzzling the back of her head, the sound of his breathing making her shiver. "M-Michael... w-what's gotten into you?" She slithered out of his hold.

he held up his notebook. She gritted her teeth, did she really want to argue with a killer?...No, but did she really have a choice since she'd already agreed to meeting with her mother?

"I have to, I haven't seen my mother in months" her lip quivered in slight fear trying not to anger him.

He scribbled quickly and held it up to her face. "I'm fine. It's not like I'm walking there" her thumb played with the car keys in hand.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go. Don't follow me. I'll be back by noon-ish"

Her hand quickly swiveled the knob and opened the door, moving before Michael could respond or restrain her.

Slamming the door and walking down the steps.

She dove for the driver seat and locked the door. Expecting to see Michael heading towards the car. But he was nowhere to be seen. Her heartbeat slowed as she sighed in relief, turning the key in the ignition and switching gears. Backing out of the driveway and heading into town.

The coffee shop was local, which meant that they probably had better food. Though it's been sitting there for a while, it would be the first time she'd go there. Entering through the clear glass doors and looking around, seeing her mother in one of the small booths. "Hey there what can I get ya?" A voice called out to her as she jumped. She looked to the barista who shared a welcoming smile. His hair was short, sporting a small middle part with some whispy curtain bangs while the rest of his hair was slicked back. His eyebrows were thick and he sported a barely visible mustache. His sleeves rolled up to reveal his tan skin with a few tattoos, her eyes meeting his tender hazel ones.

"Uhhh yeah I'll just take Y/o" she slightly zoned out looking at his arms. "And your name?"

"Y/n" He scribbled it down on the cup as soon as he heard it and printed out a label. "Swipe your card here, your order should be ready in a few"

She did so and went to the booth with her mother.

"Hey there" she sat across from her, which her mother looked up from the crossword and smiled. "Sweetie, it's been so long" "Too long- how goes it?"

The mother closed the newspaper and sighed "Retirement, this n' that. I've just been more worried about you and that nutcase on the loose" she took a sip of her drink and sighed.

"Everything's fine mom, it's not like he's broken into my house or anything" yes he did.

"Well I'd like not to think of him actually doing that dear. Over a dozen people have been killed since the news got out" she choked when her mother said that. She knew he'd been killing, but over a dozen? Should she even be near him at this point?

"Order for Y/n!"

Finally. Glad to leave the conversation, she walked to the counter and grabbed her order. Looking at the cup, a little heart was placed next to her name. She raised her eyebrow and looked at the barista who was making another person's coffee.

Y/n sat back in the booth and began to indulge in her drink. "So, how's work?"

Her mother asked, giving Y/n her complete attention. "Been the same as always, customers are boring. Same old same old" she didn't dare tell her paranoid mom about missing work for a week because of an injury.

"Do they have 401k?" "Ma, it's a record shop not a high end technical building" she rolled her eyes."Then it shouldn't be a long term job if they don't give you benefits" "But I like it there and they pay me well" "Do they offer life insurance?"

She face palmed and realized there was no getting through to her mom. She took a sip of her drink and rubbed her temples.

"Last time I ever discuss work with you"

"Then let's talk about something else" the mother replied and crossed her hands, waiting for Y/n to say something.

She stared at her mom in deep thought and resilience. Wondering if she should wait for her to say something instead. Then a thought a crossed her mind Why did she remember everything from her childhood except Michael?

"Hey mom, I recently came into contact with a childhood friend" she tried to hide the venom on her tongue threatening to spill out.

"Oh that's wonderful, who are they?" Her mother responded with interest.

"That's the thing... I don't know or remember them. Apparently I went to school with them in Haddonfield"

Her mom's face dropped the seemingly positive look.

"And yknow, I have good memory, but I cannot remember anything about them"

"Oh well, as long as you have a new friend besides... Amanda" she deflected from the conversation and avoided making eye contact with Y/n.

Everything about her responses raised red flags. There was no way that just was it. She'd have to do her own research later.

"So do you have a boyfriend yet?"

"Mom!?" The question was thrown out so fast. "What? Women your age need some sort of company. Your father and I were engaged at 19 and you're 24!"

"23"

"Whatever"

"Mooooommm stop" Y/n groaned and looked out the window, her eyes widened as she saw a certain someone standing along the treeline. Perfectly timed as always. How did he know where she was in the first place? It's not like she told him the name of the Cafe.

"Y/n? Are you listening?" She snapped back to her mother "yeah sure with you and your traditionalistic ideas of what I want" she turned away from the window and waved her hand, hoping Michael got the message. Taking another sip of her drink in the process, distracting her from the problem. Instead she looked at the barista and thought of the heart next to her name. Y'know, he was kinda-

"Stop daydreaming Y/n, we're here for conversation" foiled again. "Well why don't you find something to talk about then" Y/n snarked and twitched her eyebrow.

"There actually is something that's been on my mind recently"

If Y/n had cat ears, they would've swiveled towards her mom in interest.

"It's just- why did you move into that home? It's old and it doesn't really have that good of an investment"

She sighed at her mother and swirled her drink around.

"Nostalgia I guess. I like the feeling of an old cozy home. It amplifies the feeling when I know I own it"

"But the neighborhood is terrible a-a-and the house across the street is"

"Is what mom?"

"Terrifying. Who wants to wake up to that every morning?"

"How do you think the house was so affordable in the first place? Besides, I think they're gonna tear it down" she lightly fibbed. Her eyes darted to the side to see if Michael was still there. He had vacated out of sight, she slightly panicked and wondered where he was. If he even had the skills to avoid getting spotted, they were in the center of town after all.

"And the repairs! Oh the repairs to that house will be expensive! It's old and rotting"

Y/n glared daggers at her deflecting mother.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you so against me living where I want?"

"Bad things happened there okay!?"

"And define bad things mom"

Her mother paused and pursed her lips "No, you don't need to know. It's in the past"

Y/n almost wanted to let out a scream of anguish "If it's in the past, then why is it such a bad place to live?"

The mother went silent and looked away in regret

"I know you want to say something. Say it"

She stayed silent before muttering "I did what was best for you"

Y/n let out a sarcastic chuckle

"It was nice talking to you, but I have things to attend to. Goodbye mom" she quickly picked up her things and scooted out of the booth. Giving one last glance to her mom and frowning. She walked away and reached for the door.

"Hey you doing alright?" The barista chimed, drying a mixing cup. "Yeah it's fine" Y/n retracted her hand slightly and looked him in the eyes again.

"You're bad at lying" he raised one of his eyebrows.

"Gee thanks" she bit the inside of her cheek, holding back her true thoughts.

"Well I won't hold you any longer. Hopefully your day gets better. Come back soon" he winked. Her eyebrows scrunched "yeaaahhh maybe" she hurried out the door and took a deep breath of the fresh autumn air. The weight of the world was off of her shoulders, and maybe stay away from her mother for a while.

While she drove home, the only thing she could think of was if Michael had made it back yet. Being honest, she really needed a hug. It made her happy that Michael could understand her boundaries sometimes, his hugs were sometimes overbearing. But all she wanted was for him to wrap his big arms around her. She blinked a few times before realizing what she was even thinking. 'I'm NOT falling for a serial killer, I don't even know him that well'

The car pulled into the driveway.

As quickly as possible, Y/n got out of the car and raced up the steps to the home. Opening the door and hanging up her coat, throwing the keys on the mantle.

Walking into the kitchen and throwing the leftovers of her order inside the fridge.

A certain someone pulled her by the waist and into his chest.

"What's wrong, Michael?" She groaned and detached her face from his boiler suit, hands on his shoulders pushing herself back.

"You look upset" he scribbled and presented. "Well, stuff happens. And didn't I tell you to not follow me?" She crossed her arms and huffed.

she looked at him writing thoughtfully and furrowed her eyes. "Mothers, y'know" she forced out a chuckle and deadpanned.

"Want me to kill her?" He held up the notebook quickly.

"Michael! No! I'm not that dramatic!" She waved her hands frantically infront of her "Though I don't like what she did, she doesn't deserve to die!"

She pushed his handing holding the notebook down "I'm fine Michael. Honestly. I'm glad you care so much but it's not necessary to bludgeon my mom"

The killer set the notebook down and gently cradled her face, looking into her eyes again. God, his eyes, they made her want to melt into his hands. Her own hands wrapped around his wrists and softly pried them off her face, hoping he didn't notice how hot her cheeks were.

"Thank you for thinking about me" Y/n turned her head away, her fingers grazing his bruised and roughed up knuckles.

"I-I have something to do now. But maybe we should talk about dinner later?" She let go of him once and for all. The stalker nodded once. "Do what you normally do m'kay? I have some phone calls to make"

He definitely noticed how hot your cheeks were, note to himself, do it more often.

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