I'd Dye For You || m.c.

Chapter 12

Zoë's POV

I wake up to a ray of sunshine trying to murder my retinas. Why does that always happen? Don't people have curtains that actually cover the entire window? Oh well, I'm up now.

I sit up and stretch my tired muscles before reaching for my phone which was resting on the coffee table.

Ugh it's only 3:45, meaning Michael and I only got about a 2 hour nap. But hey, it was better than nothing.

"Michael." I say trying to wake him up.

"Good mo- afternoon." I say rubbing his back.

He still didn't budge.

"So we're going to play this game are we?" I whisper to myself, my plan forming in my head.

I get up and walk over to the kitchen. I grab a large frozen pizza out of the freezer and preheat the oven.

"Oh shit! I almost forgot." I say to myself again. Is this talking to myself weird? Probably but I'm weird so it works out.

I had to make sure Michael wouldn't be able to smell the pizza and because no bachelor pad would have any clothes pins, I had to settle for a chip clip. I tip toe back over to Michael and place the chip clip on his nose. Any normal person would have been distributed by 1) not being able to breathe & 2) having something put on their face. However, Michael simply opened his mouth and continued sleeping.

What a little weirdo. A cute little weirdo.

After the oven had preheated, I put the pizza in and set the timer.

I walk back over to Michael who was still sound asleep with his mouth open. I lie back down on top of him, this time I was on my stomach so I could see his face.

"Michael." I whisper quietly. No response.

"Mikey wake up!" I whisper shout at him. No response.

"Fine you dick, I'm just going to have to whoop the computers ass at FIFA." I fake sigh as I start to get off of him.

Just before I completely get off of him, I feel his hands wrap around my waist and pull me back down onto him.

"Haha I knew that would work." I say, giving myself a mental high five.

"Well, you are pretty smart." He says in a Squidward voice.

He goes cross eyed as he tries to see what is on his nose, causing me to burst out into a fit of laughter.

He removes the chip clip from his nose and holds it out to me.

"What is this for?" He asks.

"I am making a p-"

DING

"Pizza, and I didn't want you to smell it. When it comes to you and pizza, you're like a fucking bloodhound." I explain.

"PIZZA!!!" He yells excitedly, jumping up off the couch throwing me to the floor as he does. I laugh as he scurries to the kitchen and takes the pizza out of the oven.

"Jesus Michael, slow down. It's going to be hot." I say when I see he's already going for a slice.

He ignores me and grabs a slice anyway. He bites into the giant slice of pizza and immediately spits it back out, fanning his tongue.

"What did I tell you, dumb fuck?" I say rolling my at his stupidity.

"Hot." He says with his tongue still out of his mouth.

"Me or the pizza?" I ask raising my eyebrow suggestively.

"Both." He says winking at me.

For the first time in a long time, I had nothing to say. I hadn't ever been called hot before, and I really didn't know how to react, even if he was just joking.