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11. “oh, sorry. i didn’t mean to bother you”
you been in your living room all day, trying to finish your work since you had a deadline in less than three hours. your paper has to be turned in before midnight, and since you seem to hold the world record in putting things off til the last minute, you started barely an hour ago and only have a page written. you sigh, looking at the piles of books and papers surrounding your spot on the living room floor and do your best to finish writing your paper.
a few moments later, Michael, your boyfriend, comes walking through the door and into the living room.
“hey, babe!” he greets, giving you a kiss on the top of your head.
“baby, i’m in the middle of something.” you snap. you didn’t mean to, it’s just when you get into situations like this, you can only focus on that one thing or else your main task will never get done.
“oh, sorry. i didn’t mean to bother you.” Michael smirks, plopping down on the couch.
you finish your paper and submit it before turning around to face him and give him a sympathetic smile.
“i’m sorry baby.” you say, grabbing his hand. “i shouldn’t have snapped.”
“it’s okay, my love.” Michael smiles. “do you want ice cream to celebrate your success in finishing?”
Heyyyy I love your writing!! And I was wondering if the prompts were still open?? If it is, could you do no.1 (how do you like your coffee?) with Mikey? I’m in the mood for some soft Mikey stuff!! Love youuu ♥️♥️
Hi!!! I am always down for a good prompt. Thank you so much for sending a request in :)
You had stayed over at Michael’s for the first time since the two of you had started dating. You didn’t really plan it or anything, you were just over at his house watching game of thrones and lost track of time. You were both tired and Michael convinced you to just stay the night to make sure that you were safe instead of trying to drive home in your exhausted state. You drifted off to sleep in his arms not thinking anything about how big of a step it was for you to stay the night.
You woke up the next morning feeling cold sheets next to you, a little confused where you crashed for the night. After you rubbed your eyes and actually got out of bed, you quickly remembered where you were. You smiled at the fact that you actually slept over. Then you remembered that Michael was not sleeping next to you in his bed and decided to go find what he was up to so early in the morning.
After searching in all of his normal hiding places, you finally find him in the kitchen pouring himself a cup of coffee.
“You are up early” you say, admiring how soft your boyfriend looks in his pajamas.
“Yeah, thought I would get an early start to the day,” Michael replies, smiling to you.
He adds some sugar and cream to his coffee, stirring the contents together until it is all the same consistency again. You admire the little moments like these when it is just the two of you. You lose yourself in another train of thought as Michael asks you a question.
“What was that?” you ask, a little ashamed that you were so zoned out that you didn’t hear what your boyfriend said.
“How do you take your coffee?” he asks again, smiling as he looks at you.
You tell him how you take your coffee and he grabs a mug for you, making it just the way you like it.
(I hope you liked this blurb!! sorry it took so long for me to write it)
Bed sheets were crumpled, creating a random series of small hills. Your legs were fully covered, and your face buried on its side into the pillow you laid on every night. You weren’t all the way asleep, actually having just woken up from the little snooze you ended up drifting into, and couldn’t help but keep lazy lids pointed towards the one beside you. Contrasting you, Michael’s torso was the main part of himself covered, arm laid out above your head, but not looking like he’d be moving it to hold onto you in the midst of his unconscious state.
Here we go again.
Your thoughts were few and far in between, but with his subtle shifts you couldn’t help your beating chest to keep at a steady pace. He stayed asleep longer than you after the immediate high of sex wore him down. Not much longer, perhaps ten to twenty minutes more than you. On the original occasion of late night endeavors underneath your sheets, this time span was unknown to you, but you had decided to simply wait up for let yourself fall back asleep. Now you knew you’d be able to predict his actions– predict when he’d wake up.
More so than moments before, Michael shifted around, breathing becoming less harmonious and like he was about to come to the end of an exciting dream. As his eyes cracked open, you opposed his action by feigning sleep. Maybe this time it’d be different.
That original time was when you started this little habit, though at that time you intended for it to be a simple game of seeing if he’d try to coax you awake and then you’d surprise him with a little “boo” to show you were already well-awake. Instead, you were left waiting much too long for the actions you assumed Michael would make. Instead, you got out of bed around ten minutes later, right after the entry door had opened and shut close. You found a note on the coffee table.
“Are you,” You bit onto the inside of your lip, trying to remain still and appear asleep. “Awake?” His voice was much quieter than you would anticipate, and the raspy tone had a dissimilar quality than those heated moments before you both ended up asleep. Why did you continue to let this situation happen?
“Maybe.” You murmured in spite of yourself; jumping at the new words Michael had given to you that he never had during the past few times that this scenario had played out. “Maybe,” was that little reason why as well. Because maybe things would be different. Maybe his arms would properly wrap around you. Maybe he would play along to your little game. Maybe he would stay.
“Did I wake you?” He had chuckled a short moment before asking the question. You cracked open a single eye, and barely shook your head.
“No, I’ve been awake for a little bit now.”
“Ah,” He nodded, trailing off as he propped himself up onto his elbow. This wasn’t entirely Michael’s fault. The attachment of your own emotions is something on your end that you should have paid better attention to. The nights of careless and somewhat giddy sex began as a mutual endeavor, and there were not strong emotions there to begin with. You hadn’t believed there to be anyways. But then he didn’t stay from the get go. Why would he? It wasn’t like there was a need to eat breakfast the next morning, or go through a thick round of pillowtalk. It was just sex. It was supposed to be just sex. “Are you going to the club this Friday? Calum told me he invited you before I got the chance to.”
“Maybe.” You said avoiding your gaze from him as he moved around the room, collecting clothing and putting himself in a good enough appearance to walk out of the apartment. “You don’t have to leave so quickly you know?” A sentence you never wanted to let escape your lips fell out and you knew why. As your eyes caught onto his reaction you were met with the reason why. He stopped in the middle of putting an arm through dark denim, and then his eyes shifted towards you, then his shoes below. “I’m just saying because it feels like I made you feel like you needed to run out every time.” You tried to fix it. Create an excuse, and let yourself shrug, a smile planted despite the jab in your chest from being met with his actions.
“You don’t,” He laughed shortly, shrugging his shoulders properly into his jacket.
“No?” You watched him nod and felt that he was lying. “Then what’s the excuse?”
“There isn’t one.” He says in retaliation to the accusation, but you watch his eyebrows knit together like he’s concerned with how you’re taking the situation. There was no way he was so oblivious to what your words and actions were clearly laying out to him. “I just,” He pauses, and for more than a short moment his concern appears deeper, as if he became aware of how deeply he could hurt you from what was going on. “I didn’t want this to become to intimate.”
“Clearly.” You release the sheet you’d been gripping so tightly on to. You sharply took in a breath, unsure of why you believed this could turn out any differently than how it was.
“You said you felt the same about this, Y/N.”
“I know that, Michael.” You shook your head, eyeing the sheets and their crumbles. You opened your mouth to speak but couldn’t find your voice making the noises you needed it to. You should’ve ended it, you should have. You could have avoided all of this if you let yourself resist, but what if one of these nights he had woken up with this new perspective like you had? “I meant it then, but I sure as hell don’t now, okay?”
“I’m sorry.”
It didn’t matter. It wouldn’t change how you let yourself fall into that belief. It wouldn’t change that he didn’t feel the same. It wouldn’t change that you let yourself become enwrapped within all the potential you could have shared with him that was exposed to you when he touched you in a way that you would share should so much more care than he was right now. It wouldn’t change the end result.
“It’s not your fault,” You said because the last thing you needed was a way to make yourself feel bad about how he apologized to you. Especially when you looked up at him and saw the frown, the eyes that were so remorseful of everything he did to you without realizing until the damage had been done. This was too much, and more than you let yourself believe would happen on the negative spectrum. You wanted to go back and tell yourself not to, but you knew you pulled him closer from the first kiss. “I let you.”
the last one was fairly successful, so why don’t we try it again?! send me a number (or numbers) and which 5sos boy you would like it to be with in my inbox and I will write something based off of that!!!!
if you don’t know what to ask me to write in my inbox here are some short but simple prompts that you can send me with whatever boy you want :) just say the number and who you want it with and I’ll take it from there!! I wanted to write something other than just the numb without you series so in the mean time I will do this!
Part 2 of 2 of a writing prompt I saw from @5sos-writing-prompts :)
You can find part one here
y/f/n: your friend’s name
You and Michael didn’t leave each other’s side the rest of the night. He had his arm around your shoulder as the two of you reminisced on the past. Occasionally, he would sneak in a kiss, which you knew everyone would roll their eyes over. Ever since Michael told you he loved you, the butterflies in your stomach never left. They only intensified any time Michael would get closer to you.
You were right to come out tonight. If you hadn’t snuck out, you never would have rekindled your friendship/relationship with Michael. y/f/n is taking all the credit for that one since she was the one who sent Michael to pick you up and she was the one who convinced you to sneak out. It was starting to get late so everyone decided to shut down the party.
“y/n, I’ll take you home.” Michael stated. You nodded in agreement as you hugged your best friend good-bye and reminding her to study for the science test.
You hopped into Michael’s truck instantly sliding over near the driver’s seat to be closer to him. After he started the truck, he put his arm around your shoulder as you laid your head on his. You began to get sleepy on the drive and tried your best to keep your eyes open. Michael looked down at you at a stop light and couldn’t help but smile.
Soon after, the two of you arrived at your house. It was pitch black, signaling everyone had gone to bed, that is everyone except your dad since he was working. Michael pulled his car to the curb and turned it off, careful not to wake anyone.
“y/n,” Michael gently shook you awake. “Babe, we’re at your house.” You groaned as you outstretched your arms. “C’mon. I’ll walk you to the front door.” He opened the driver’s side door and held his hand out for you to take, as you generously accepted. The two of you walked hand-in-hand to the front porch of your house, stopping to turn to each other once you reached the door.
“I’m glad you came tonight.” Michael dropped your hand to run it through his hair.
“I am too.”
“We should do this again sometime.”
“I’d like that.” Michael closed the gap between the two of you, reaching down to cup your cheeks. He looked you in the eyes with nothing but love before placing a soft kiss on your lips. You both smiled into the kiss and once again, you didn’t want the kiss to end. The electricity that stuck through the both of you was beyond words. Kissing Michael, being with Michael, was perfect and safe.
“I-uh-I should probably get back to my room.” You said breaking the kiss.
“Yeah, okay.” Michael whispered before kissing you once more.
“Text me when you get home so I know you made it safely.” You said.
“I will. Goodnight, y/n.”
“Goodnight, Michael.”
You watched Michael as he walked back to his truck. You couldn’t seem to erase the big grin you had on your face. You waved to him as he drove off. The worst part about everything was not the fact that you could potentially get caught for sneaking out tonight but the fact that you already missed Michael. You craved him. You wanted to feel his soft lips on your again. You wanted his touch. You tried to suppress the thoughts as you carefully unlocked and opened the front door.
A couple hours had past and you still hadn’t heard from Michael. You tried to sleep because you had to be up for school in only a few hours but you knew your mind wouldn’t be at ease until you heard from him. You reached for your phone on the nightstand and decided to text Michael.
Hey, I haven’t heard from you. Did you make it home okay?
Ten more minutes had passed and still no answer. You decided to call him in order to try and get an immediate response. The line rang and rang and rang and eventually went to voicemail. You threw your phone across the bed in both frustration and worry.
Where are you Michael?
You must’ve become so tired that you eventually fell asleep because you woke up to the annoying sound of your alarm for school. You groaned as you turned it off and sank further into the covers. Maybe you could convince your mom you were sick and could stay home from school.
But it was no use. Your mom bursted through your bedroom door minutes later and told you that unless you were on your deathbed, you were going to school. You soon remembered that you never heard back from Michael last night. You scrambled around your bed for your phone. Once you found it, to your dismay, still no message or call from Michael. You took a deep breath before getting out of bed hoping you’d see him at school today.
After slowly getting dressed and ready for the day, you made your way downstairs for breakfast. You weren’t very hungry since you were so worried about Michael but your mom insisted you eat since you had a test later that day. You were sipping on a glass of orange juice when your dad walked in from just getting off work.
“Good morning, everyone.” He said kissing your mom on the cheek.
“Good morning.” She said. “Do you want something to eat before you go to bed?”
“I’d love some pancakes, thanks.” Your dad poured himself a glass of orange juice before joining you at the table. “You okay, sweetie?” He asked you. He could clearly notice that you were tired and drained.
“I’m fine.” He couldn’t know that you snuck out last night and were up until the hours of the night waiting to hear from the one guy he hates the most.
“She was up pretty late studying last night.” Your mom came to your rescue.
“Yeah, um, big science test today.”
“Well, it’s good to see there’s at least one good kid your age that’s going to make their mark on the world.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” You questioned your father.
“I saw that kid Michael last night while on shift.” You suddenly perked up. Maybe he knew something as to why Michael wasn’t answering you.
“Oh yeah? What happened?” You took a drink of juice.
“I had to arrest him.” You spat out your drink, getting it everywhere on the table, including your dad.
“You what? Why?!”
“Him and his friends were a part of a robbery that they tried to run away from but they didn’t get very far and-” Your dad paused suddenly realizing why cared so much as to why Michael was arrested. “Why do you care about him going to jail?”
“No, reason. Just a sad situation. Used to be such a good kid.” You lied.
“Well, like I said,” Your mom brought your dad his breakfast and she joined the two of you with a cup of coffee. “Him and his friends were accused of stealing from the gas station a few miles from the lake and I had seen him driving in the area so I pulled him over and arrested him.”
You knew you couldn’t sit there and let Michael take the heat for something he didn’t do. You were going to have to tell your parents about the party last night. You knew once you did you would be grounded for the rest of eternity. But it was either that or let Michael sit in a scary jail cell without a chance of ever being with him again.
“Dad,” You quietly began. “You’re gonna have to let him go.”
“Now, why would I do that? I knew there was more to this than meets the eye...”
“You’re going to have to let him go because he didn’t do it.”
“Of course he did. It was on security footage.”
“Dad, did you actually see the security video?”
“Well, not exactly I was just told-”
“You need to call down to the police station and tell them to let Michael go!” You yelled.
“y/n, I can’t just let a criminal out of jail unless there is a legit reason! Now, what do you know about Michael that I don’t!”
“Michael didn’t commit the robbery because he was with me the whole night.” You finally confessed.
“He what?” Both your parents said in unison.
“After I told mom goodnight, I snuck out of my room and went to a party at the lake. He drove me there and we hung out there for a few hours before he brought me home. I told him to let me know when he got home but he never contacted me and now I know why! You fucking arrested him, dad!”
“Do not swear in front of me, young lady!” He yelled at you. “I thought I told you to stay away from that punk!”
“He’s not the person everyone makes him out to be, dad! He’s still that same guy I was friends with years ago! And I love him.”
“Great. Now not only am I going to have to deal with the people at the station on my off duty hours, but now I’m going to get a strike on my profile for making a wrong accusation.”
“Well, you should have thought about that before you assumed Michael did something he didn’t do!”
“Just so you know, you are grounded until further notice.” You dad said as he angrily stood up from the table to make the dreaded phone call.
“I’m walking to school today. Bye, mom.”
You obviously didn’t go to school that day. You skipped in order to go downtown to the station to be there when Michael got out. You knew you would get in trouble for not only skipping school but for missing your science test as well. But you didn’t care. You needed to see it for yourself and you needed to be with Michael again.
Hours had passed as you sat on the bench outside as you waited for any sign of Michael. You tried to distract yourself by playing on your phone but it eventually died since you forgot to charge it the night before. Your eyes slowly began to close when you faintly heard a familiar voice.
“y/n?” The voice said as it approached you. You quickly opened your eyes and turned your head to see Michael walking down the concrete steps of the police station.
“Oh my God, Michael.” You stood up and ran into his arms. “I’m so sorry.” You repeated.
“Hey,” He broke the hug. “It’s not your fault. I should never have started to hang out with those guys in the first place. I knew they were a bad influence but yet I still hung out with them anyway. I guess, I missed having you around so I figured the first person that came along would be able to fill that void.”
“But it’s all in the past now. You can move on from that and we can continue the future...together.”
Michael looked you in the eyes with a smile before kissing you. The kiss was even better than the ones from the night before. It was a kiss you had been longing for ever since Michael left you last night. You knew that things would be different from here on out. You would be able to help Michael get back on track with school and maybe even find him a part time job. You also would work hard so that the two of you could get into the same college far far away from this town. A place where no one knew either one of you and you could start your lives over. Nothing else in the world mattered except for you and Michael.
I really like how this turned out I hope you give it a read :)
Michael knows when you’re acting unusual. He knows how your eyes gradually aim at a random spot on the floor as your problems cover every inch of your mind. He’s seen how you poke bits of your food on your plate, eating much slower than usual because you don’t have motivation to move quickly. He’s grabbed on your arm so you’d cease in walking into some object, because you’re so unfocused. Michael picks up on those things.
As he examines the way you screw and unscrew the cap of your water bottle, he taps his fingers on the armrest of the couch. You weren’t too bad off. This was the first time today he’s seen you this far in a trance, and it could have been adrenaline. It happens to every musician when they’re about to perform, and though your normal disposition is much more animated, Michael knows some days can be different.
But the moment you wince, accidentally pinching some skin on the cap, Michael speaks up,
“You’re acting weird as shit.” Bits of hair fall into your line of vision when you look towards him. “Lately, not just today either, Y/N.”
“Yeah...” You agreed right of the bat which was not normal. When he tells you similar things, you’d disregard the worries, saying you were fine. It would take him calling you half an hour after you’d gone to bed for you to admit through stutters, and some times little whimpers that things were indeed not okay. Your current answer threw him off. “It’ll be okay.” You assured Michael with no smile or reason for him to take the sentence seriously. Your boyfriend walked into the room,cutting Michael off right as he began to reply,
“Babe, your bandmates were looking for you.” Black shoes collided with the floor when you stood, walking over to your boyfriend and taking the extended hand he offered you. You were acting really weird. Michael picked up on it, but judging from the way your boyfriend smiled normally, he wasn’t thinking anything of it.
Michael sighed, rubbing his hair and leaning back into the couch. He spent the time before you went onstage in wonder. There was nothing he saw that would cause you any distress. You’d been very happy up until around two days ago. Then it was all fake smiles and giggling a bit too much at things that weren’t funny. Your boyfriend just joined back on tour last night-- you should be utterly ecstatic.
Michael’s phone buzzed shortly, and he knew it was a Twitter notification by the way it did so. Swiping his thumb across and punching in the code, he saw your usual pre-show tweet, only this time you tweeted two different one. The second one reading, “Dedicating the two cover songs tonight to my boyfriend xx hope you enjoy it babe :) “
Never getting the chance to ask anymore questions, Michael could only give you a thumbs up before walking out to watch the concert. He met up with his other three members at the base of center stage where you stood; their normal spot to watch. Not catching sight of your boyfriend for the first song, Ashton nudged Michael’s shoulder to point out that he was on the far left side of the stage. He never really got on with Michael, so in a sense it wasn’t unusual that he stood away from the 5sos boys.
“Y/N was telling me they were doing different cover songs tonight. Any clue what they are?” Luke had to call loudly to detract Michael’s attention from singing along to the music you were playing on stage. He just shook his head, finding the sentence interesting,
“No, when did she say that?”
“Like, right before I came out here. I’d asked about the tweet, since I figured it meant they’d be special. Is it their anniversary or something?” Calum called out a no from Michael’s left, knowing that Michael didn’t really care to think about when you and your boyfriend became a thing. Luke nodded, having not intended to actually verbalize the question in the first place.
Michael glanced again to your boyfriend, who was looking normal-- singing along, cheering; nothing abnormal. He must not have an idea either. A know formed in Michael’s throat, but he ignored it, looking back up at you as you sang your heart out, strumming chords you’d been trying to teach Michael this past week. Everything about your performance was as passionate as usual, but it was time for the cover songs.
“So, if any of you fine people missed my tweet, I just wanted to say again that these songs tonight are for my boyfriend. They’re not are usual stuff, but,” You shrugged, smiling and gripping one hand tight on the mic, “Anyways, I hope they sound nice.” The crowd cheered, despite obvious confusion that would come after your vague announcement. Michael raised an eyebrow as you took a glance down towards them, and your smile, for a moment, hitched. Looking fake, and your eyes a bit heavier. He could do nothing as you nodded your head once to your bandmate, and started strumming. His eyes became wide as the familiar sound came out followed by you letting the lyrics drop out,
“You and me, we made a vow
For better or for worse
I can't believe you let me down
But the proof's in a way it hurts"
By the time the song was finished, the crowd seemed to grow into a state of open shock and confusion. The boys stood around Michael looking from him to you in surprise, wondering if this was a serious thing. The tears sliding down your cheeks as you tuned your guitar, staring towards your fingers with a pursed frown showed Michael what he knew: this was the real thing. Without thought he called your name out loud, and you shouldn’t have been able to hear his feeble attempt, but you flipped your hair out of your face to look towards Michael. Your lips formed a thin smile, and your head nodded ever so slightly. “Alright,” You spoke up, rubbing thumbs over the grey tears staining your face, “Now then let’s raise the energy back up in here, yeah?” Not a moment sooner, did you start the second cover,
“I fall asleep by the telephone
It's 2 O'clock and I'm waiting up alone
Tell me where have you been?
I found a note with another name
You blow a kiss, but it just don't feel the same
Cause I can feel that you're gone”
And all that song was solidify the point you were trying to get across.
Michael’s head turned as your boyfriend moved quickly to where the four of them were standing, and without hesitation Michael’s hands grabbed onto each shoulder, keeping him in place away from you. Your eyes were closed as you sang, and took no notice as Michael forced him back, Calum assisting him after a moment, while Ashton and Luke made sure nothing got out of hand.
“You fucking cheated on her?” Michael growled out shoving his body away after getting him backstage.
“Fuck off, Michael. This isn’t about you.” He snarled in return, about to move around, but forced to a stop as Michael grabbed him again,
“If you don’t get the fuck out of here right now, I will personally beat the ever living shit out of you. You don’t screw her over. You do not ever hurt her.” The threat was so full. The glare made him freeze into shock, doing nothing but swallow air as his shirt was crumpled by Michael’s firm grip. “If you think I’m kidding.” Ashton’s hand was on Michael’s shoulder, but he didn’t have to worry about stopping a fight as your boyfriend scurried backwards, nearly tripping over equipment.
“This isn’t over.” He muttered, straightening out his clothing and looking between the four boys who were glaring towards him in one way or another. Taking in the sight of Michael’s white knuckles constrained into tight fists, he bit onto his lip turning to walk away.
“She didn’t seem different, I wouldn’t have ever thought that she found out something like that.” Luke mumbled towards the floor, frowning at the spot. Calum nodded his head in agreement, but Michael just let out a long exhale. You had been acting so different. How come he was the only one that notices these things? He should’ve said something more. He should’ve pursued an answer from you, and helped you through this.
The loud crowds and familiar sounds of the finale caught each of there attention. As Michael’s green eyes caught the first sight of you walking backstage, he was moving back through the boys taking you into a hug without bothering to ask. Your arms latched around him tightly, face buried into the safety of his chest where you listened to the quickened pace of his heartbeat.
“I’m so sorry I didn’t know.” He mumbled into your shoulder, fingers gripping tighter on your shirt when he felt you tremble against his chest. “Ssh,” He rubbed gentle lines up and down, “It’s all over now.”
“I don’t want to let myself cry over this, Mikey.” Your words were fuzzy and breath hitched. Tears flowed out without any control.
“You don’t need to hold it in, though.” He pressed a kiss to your temple, “Don’t put yourself through that. You know I’m here for you. It’s okay to cry, Y/N. You’re really fucking strong for going out there like that, you know? It takes a lot to do that, babe. You’re such a rebel, it’s great.” You mixed a whimper with a short laugh against his chest, “Want to go to your bus?” When you nodded, he released you from the hug, never letting one of his arms drop from being linked around your back as he guided you down the hallway.
“Y/N, babe,” Your boyfriend pushed himself off from where he stood by the door to your bus, “What was that about?”
“Don’t fucking start.” You clenched onto Michael’s shirt as you spoke with a glare, eyes red, but you were not going to let him think you were weak. Michael was close to your boyfriend than you were, keeping quiet, but ready to jump in at a moment’s notice. “You have your fun fucking other girls, we’re done. Get your own ride home.” A guard intersected space between you and your now ex. Michael flipping him off as he walked up the steps into the bus behind you. The other three called choice comments, but you were already at the back of the vehicle unable to hear.
“You really are so strong.” Michael tried to assure you again, watching as you rubbed makeup removers to your swollen face. You shrugged. “I mean it.” He rested his head on your shoulder, “He’s a dick. You’re a queen.” Half your lips slid upwards, “You going to be able to sleep okay tonight?”
“If you’re with me.” You mumbled hugging onto him and laying your still dripping eyes back onto his shoulder. Michael pulled you close with no hesitation, a small smile growing at his features when you continued, “No guy’s ever going to be better than you, Mikey.” You pressed a kiss against his cheek, pausing with a smile as he returned the gesture against your forehead,
Michael would definitely be the best friend that stays on the phone with you for the longest time while you’re going on and on about how something was upsetting you. And you’d notice in the background that the noises were constantly changing as though he was out and about, “Mikey, if you’re busy you can hang up. Don’t worry-” “Shut up you know I’m never hanging up on you. Keep telling me about it all, babe.” You’d sigh, but continue lying flat on your bed and talking into the cell phone. "Okay, I’m actually hanging up now.” “Ok-” And he hung up without letting you get a goodbye in, which didn’t help you feel any better, but you sucked it up and wandered to the front door upon hearing it being knocked. “Hey, gorgeous.” Michael grinned standing on the other side with a box opened wide revealing a cookie cake decorated with pretty icing and reading “Feel better and share this with me x” “Michael,” You smiled looking over the gift and up at him extending your arms to let him wrap his spare arm around you. “But really, I’m not leaving until you feel better, so get ready for me to let you win at some video games and a lot of movies.”
