ask me again in the morning | michael gray/reader
@collecting-stories i did it again with the marshmallow fluff
You leaned back against the wall, laughing into your palm as Polly chased off the man who’d whistled at you, screaming at him in the middle of the street.
“-up your arse!”
A window opened somewhere in the row of houses and a shout for her to shut up came out, so she turned her head and screamed at them to piss off as well.
“Polly! I think we should get home before a copper catches us, yeah?”
She fluffed her hair out, put her hands on her hips, and laughed along with you. You staggered off the curb to link arms with her and set off across the dark streets together.
When she’d asked you, well actually told you that you were going out together tonight you’d been torn between terror and confusion.
“Oh, is it a girl’s night?”
“That’s right, just you and me. I think it’s past time we got to know each other properly”
When your gangster boyfriend’s imposing mother tells you you’re going out together, you go. Somewhere in between drinking to sooth your nerves you’d actually started enjoying yourself and realised Polly was alright. And Polly seemed to think you were alright too, laughing along with you at Michael’s antics, singing in bars together, screaming at men in the street for you.