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As Michael was strumming his guitar, I started thinking about this, us, what in the world had happen for us to meet and share whatever this was.

  Michael was a singular person, actually, people. He shined, whenever, no matter who he was, he was Michael and there is so much behind each personality he had, there was a story, there was him.

Michael finished and I clapped, he smiled shyly.

"You're pretty good!" I said amazed, he only mumbled thank you.

Then an uncomfortable silence filled the room, making me wonder what next?

"Nothing" Michael said as if he had answer my question, I looked at him in confusion but he didn't answer.

Suddenly I felt his hand over mine making me smile, and he did too.

"Should we kiss?" he asked shyly. I laughed.
"You just ruined this" I said and he looked at me worried.
"Sorry" he apologized and let go of my hand. I felt bad. It was so much nicer before.
He stood up and put his guitar back to its place.
"I need to go" I said standing up.
"Bye" he said quickly.

When I closed his bedroom door I heard a loud noise of something breaking, scared I quickly opened the door just to see an angry Michael smashing his guitar on the floor.
"What the hell are you doing?" I screamed. He looked at me for a few seconds.  I approached him and pressed my lips against his.
Michael was surprised at first but then he relaxed and wrapped his arms around me, kissing me back. It was sweet, funny. It was so funny I couldn't help but start laughing.

Sadly, that broke the kiss but Michael was also rolling on the floor laughing with me, and that made everything better that it could ever be.

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