𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐁𝐄.. - 𝐩𝐫𝐧 & 𝐦𝐣

chapter four

Waking up, Michael moved his hand on the bed, feeling for Prince's chest, his pillow from the night before, however he did not feel him, resulting in him pushing himself up, wincing a little as he did. He blinked a few times to get rid of the blur in his vision before raising his hands in the air to stretch, letting out a yawn as he did, a small crack coming from his back.

He brought his legs to his chest, resting his head on his knees to see a folded card on the nightstand with his name written in red ink. He smiled a little before reaching over for it.

Michael,

I had to go out for rehearsals this morning. I left my cheque book on the table in the dining room. Get whatever you want or need and don't worry about the price tag. Alex is gonna drive you around, and bring you back at 6 when I'm done with rehearsals. We seem to be about the same size so you can wear something of mine.

Don't tire yourself out.

-Prince

Michael bit his lip reading the last sentence of the letter, rolling over onto his back, letting out a deep breath as he looked at the ceiling.

"Don't tire yourself out." He repeated aloud, taking in a deep breath as he sat up, propping himself up on his hands.

He got off of the bed and walked into the bathroom, turning the rainforest showerhead on without stepping into the shower, allowing it to heat up before he walked over to the mirror, his hands on the counter. His raised his hand to gently trace the outline of one of the hickeys on his neck, tilting his head slowly as he reminisced.

The muscle of his thigh contracted as he got on his tip-toes to see the trail that travelled down his neck to his chest, his hand moving from his neck to his chest, the sight inspiring him a little, before he let out a deep breath and finally got into the shower.

The warm water trickling down his body as he lathered it felt nice, the water soothing him as he hummed something he made up in his time in the shower.

Getting dressed wasn't very hard considering there weren't much options. Michael just went with the white long-sleeve and gray sweatpants; his shoes from the night before fine in his opinion.

"Alex?" Michael called out, stepping out of the bedroom, walking over to the dining room table where Prince's cheque book was, smiling a little as he picked it up.

"I'm here." Alex's deep, monotone voice spoke, scaring Michael a little after seeing him standing in the corner.

"Prince said that you were supposed to drive me?"

"Where's your first stop?" He questioned, as Michael took in his features.

"Breakfast." He answered, his eyes taking in his slim stature widened only by his broad shoulders.

His hair was black and cut into a fade, brushed back probably with his fingers, hanging over the cut a little. He had a similar face shape to Prince, his jaw just a little more narrow and sharp. His lips were full but small, and his nose was long and thin, holding a button-like shape. His eyes were what drew Michael in however, the deep, dark brown pair monolid and full, his eyebrows thick and straight.

"It's 1, so there isn't anymore breakfast, so lunch.. Where are you thinking?"

"I don't know actually, maybe 4Dukes, but that's pretty far." Michael answered, stepping into the hallway in front of Alex.

"Well I'm driving, and I really don't think anything's too far. What's the address?"

"4731 Griscom Street."