Promise // Michael Clifford

Gina

He grabbed my face and kissed me. Hard. I knew Luke could come back at any moment, and we could both get caught. I'd never get to see Michael again, and Luke would kill him. But there was something so thrilling about kissing Michael. I just couldn't stop. He was flawless. And a really good kisser. "Michael," I groaned. "Shh," he whispered in my ear, kissing down my neck. "But Luke can't find us. He'll kill you," "Worth it," he murmered in my ear. I shivered. How can one boy do this to me?

I yawned, streaching my arms. That was a weird dream. But it felt so real. I couldn't have just dreamed that up. I bet it's a memory. All I remember is meeting Michael, Ashton and Calum. And thinking Michael is hot. That's so weird. They have to be connected. I don't know how, but they are. But why wouldn't Luke know if I, his little sister, was making out with Michael, his best friend? It was an unlikely sitution, but it had to be real. I could feel it. I pulled out my phone.

Gina: I had a weird dream. Meet me somewhere private and we can talk?
Michael: Your room after Luke falls asleep?
I glanced at my phone when it buzzed.
Gina: See you later then.

When we got back to my place, everyone decided to just sleepover. I kept my eyes on Luke the whole time. He needed to fall asleep soon so I could talk to Michael, and figure this out. As soon as Luke started to drift off, I headed upstairs, saying I leaving. I just hope Michael comes soon. I really need to figure this out. A few minutes later, I heard a knock on the door.

When I opened the door, I grabbed Michael's hand, dragging him in, and shutting the door. "So, what do you need me for?" he asked, as he paced te floor. "Can I try something?" I asked, taking a step towards him. "Sure," he responded, as he stopped walking, his gaze focused on me. I grabbed his face, pulling it down to mine, and kissed him. He kissed back, wrapping his arms tight around my waist, as mine found their way to his hair. I pulled away, my lips tingling. "So I guess you remember kissing me," he laughed. "Actually, I dreamed it. I didn't think it was real, but I could something had happened between us," I said, as I sat on my bed. "What do you remember?" he asked, sitting down next to me. "Well we were making out in the living room, and I was positive in my head that you'd die if Luke came back. But you said it was worth it," I said. "Well, you told me you liked me, and then I kissed you. And then you remember that part. But we decided to not tell Luke. And yeah," he mummbled, laying back on the bed. I cuddled into his side, his arm around me. He started softly singing Disconnected to me. I drifted off to the sound of his beautiful voice.