Just Friends

Part 18

The smell of toast and cinnamon wakes you up, and you crack an eye open to see Michael, busily going back and forth the kitchen. When you prop yourself up, Michael immediately looked at you. "Y/N, before you say anything, please know that I'm sorry, it was stupid of me to react that way. I guess I just carried away, because I've gotten so used to you being close to me most of the time. Truce?" He says, smiling. "But I still don't like the guy." He adds. You miss Michael. You miss his corny jokes and endless cusses, his red hair and pale skin. So you smile at him and say, "truce. Oh and Michael," he looks at you again, "I really didn't give him my v-card. I was just joking." You laugh. Michael sneers at you. "Are you fucking kidding?" He says, half-smiling. "Yeah. I'm sorry. I really just wanted to see how you'd react." You jut your bottom lip out. "Damn it. C'mere you." Michael immediately walks toward you and engulfed you in a cinnamon-infused hug. "You smell too good. Go away. Or I might just eat you whole." You say. Michael releases you with a smirk. "Eat me?" He repeats. "Ugh. Michael sometimes you're too naughty for your own good." You chastise. Michael laughs and looks at you innocently. "I'm not doing anything. I just thought that maybe 'eating me' sounds a bit wrong." He air quotes. "Whatever." You reply. Michael put the plates on the tabletop and say, "and voila! Cinnamon french toast. My personal sorry meal for two." You smile at Michael's gesture and sat with him. It's been a while since Michael cooked breakfast for you, and he always reserves cooking breakfast for when you two have fights. Moments like these are the ones you treasure the most. A few more conversations later, Michael's phone lit up. You felt your heart sink a bit upon seeing the name, "😍💕"