It was already nighttime and Mikey was excited, but extremely nervous for the date she was having with you. She didn't know why she was feeling jittery, but she was and it was triggering her anxiety.

Her bedroom door knocked, and when she went to open it-it was her mom. She was in shock once she saw her daughter all dressed up beautifully.

" Honey, you look beautiful. Y/n is waiting for you downstairs..."

" Thank you mom...," she trailed off, making her way back to her mirror; where she began to apply some lipstick on.

" Honey, are you okay? You don't look so excited..," her mom asked her, noticing that her daughter seemed a little off.

" I'm okay, mom. And trust me, I am excited," Mikey said, turning around to look at her mother. " I'm just extremely nervous. Do I look okay? Do you think Y/n will like this dress? Do you think she-," She started to get self-conscious, and her mother immediately placed her hands on Mikey's shoulder.

" Honey, breathe. You look very beautiful," her mom assured her. " Y/n is going to be blown away when she sees you, trust me. So just breathe for me, okay? She's excited to see you, honey. So just take a deep breath, and come downstairs, okay baby?," she consoled her and Mikey nodded, her mom giving her a tight hug.

Mikey loved you so much, that sometimes she just wanted to look good for you. Perfect. Thing was, she didn't even need to try. For you, she was perfect in every way possible.

If only she knew that you were the one having a panic attack downstairs.