seventeen, a date with mike
twilight

"You two better not — " Wyatt starts, leaning against Clover's bedroom doorframe, watching as she frantically searches for her sleepover bag. It's been a few days since the whole conversation about monsters and the twins mother, and things were going good. "You better not have sex, Clo."

"Oh my god, daaaad!" Clover screeches, shoving her head further under her bed, fumbling through old belongings. Her voice is muffled, words nearly swallowed by the pile of books and blankets beneath her bed. "We're not gonna have sex!" 

Wyatt snorts, crossing his arms. "I'm just saying, Clo."

Clover shoots up too fast, smacking the back of her head on the frame. "Ow!"

Wyatt actually laughs, stepping forward slightly. "You okay, kiddo?"

Clover blindly throws up a thumbs-up behind her without turning around, still focused on finding her sleeping bag. "Yeah, I'm okay dad."

"Alright then." Wyatt shrugs, letting the teasing drop, kind of, for now. He moves to sit in the chair in the corner of her room, folding his arms across his chest and watching.

Finally, Clover grins victoriously, yanking her bag free from under the bed. It probably had been stuffed under when they all were unboxing their belongings. "Found it!"

"Nice work." Wyatt smiles, then, more serious—"Just be careful, alright? I'll check on you guys throughout the night."

"Yeah, yeah! Thanks, Dad!" Clover yells over her shoulder as she takes off, half-running toward the front door, eager to meet Mike at the front door before her dad could get any more embarrassing.

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Mike lays beside Clover on the roof, two layers of blankets wrapped around them — their own blankets, make no mistake — a spread of snacks nearby, and the oddly familiar calm of Forks pressing into the sky above them as the town grew quiet.

Mike and his family, lived in the adorable little two family duplex, with one side having an open roof where you could host an evening party, or in the teenagers case, a sleepover under the stars.

The stars. It was weird, in Los Angeles, Clover could barely see the stars over the bright shining street lights. Here, in Forks, all she could see was the stars.

Clover points up. "So that's the big dipper?"

Mike nods, the soft glow of the moon and shining stars dance across his eyes. "Yeah, that's the big dipper."

"Cool." Clover mutters, staring at the stars in quiet awe. They were amazing, and this was a wonderful distraction against everything she was learning.

For a while, they just lay there. Talking a little here and there but mostly not. Just, existing together was good enough for the two.

"I've never done this before." Clover pulls her blanket closer, her voice soft, kind. "I like it, it's unique."

"Me neither." Mike murmurs, shifting a little to face her. "But I'm glad I got to do it, with you."

For a little while longer it was quiet, until Clover rolled back over so she was facing Mike, who was already looking at her. "Can we wish on a star, even if it's not a shooting star?"

"You can wish on anything," he answers. He wishes on each star that he can see, he wishes for so many different things.

Clover nods, looking back up at the sky, closing her eyes for a second. She makes her wish. And she hopes, somehow, it comes true. She hopes the stars grant her wish, but she hopes that they grant one of Mikes first.

The door to the roof swings open, loud enough to ruin the quiet moment completely. Clover jerks up, blinking in surprise, while Mike nearly chokes on his own breath.

Wyatt steps out, arms crossed, and Mikes older sister, Makayla, follows behind him, smirking like she knew exactly what was going on between her younger brother and Clover but knew it wouldn't happen on an open roof.

But what two teens would be so silly into doing something on an open roof where anyone passing by could hear. What teenagers would want someone else to hear them in the middle of any kind of activity.

"Ha! Told you she wasn't sleeping with him!" Makayla snickers, nudging Wyatt. She had meet him once in passing, and when Wyatt came to drop off Clovers change of clothes she forgot on the table, that came up with a more than interesting plan to catch the kids.

Wyatt grumbles, pulling out his wallet. He slaps a few bills into Makayla's outreached palm.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Wyatt sighs.

Clover groans, dropping her head into her hands. "Oh my god, you two bet on this?"

"I had faith in you," Makayla grins, tucking the cash into her jacket pocket.

Wyatt shrugs. "I didn't say you'd actually do anything — I just figured if I warned you, I'd at least have plausible deniability."

Mike is blushing furiously, looking anywhere but at Clover.

Clover sighs. "You both suck. Get off his roof."

Makayla salutes mockingly, dragging Wyatt back toward the door as she mutters something about "Next time, you owe me double, old man."

Once the door closes, the air settles back into quiet again.

Mike exhales a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. One that was tucked to far in his lungs he was sure his lips were blue. "So..."

Clover grins, turning toward him again. "So?"

"Wanna grab some snacks?" Mike finally asks because he doesn't know what else to say.

Clover laughs, sitting up fully. "Of course!"

And as the two ate snacks, Juno and Bella were sitting side by side in Bella's beat up orange truck, driving as far away as they could. Bella had gotten herself into some deep shit, and who else than Juno "i'll slam your head into a locker" Swan to help her out of it.

🌲 — 🌲 — authors note,

hello all! hope you all are doing great! this idea was taken from my peter parker fic, lucky list, where peter and nova barnes are having a sleepover. bucky and sam show up and it's pretty funny :)