Michael's POV
After Zoë's near death experience, we decided we should probably head back. Zoë and I slowly rode back to the dock. We went slowly because I wouldn't allow her to get back on her jet ski. I mean she just almost freakin died and now she wants to try and drive a jet ski? I'm pretty operating heavy machinery after your near death experience isn't the best idea. For once she didn't put up a big argument and we were on our way, Zoë hanging onto me as I trolled the other jet ski behind mine.
My mind can't even comprehend what just happened. The girl that I can't get off my mind just kissed me. And believe me when I say it was the best kiss I have ever had. I know it was just a spur of the moment kind of thing, but someone doesn't just kiss someone else as a thank you. Even if it was for saving their life. There has to be something else there pushing them to do that instead of just giving them a hug. Right?
I just want to tell her how I feel so bad, but I have no idea if she'll feel the same or if she'll push me away and we'll grow apart. I can't take that chance, I wouldn't forgive myself if I ever lost my best friend.
Zoë and I arrived back at the dock and we tied up the jet skis before walking back to the house. We were about halfway back to the house when Zoë stops walking and looks down at her feet.
"Zoë? You okay?" I ask, turning to face her.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just....thinking." She says quietly before looking up to me with a smile on her face. Her smile wasn't as bright or happy as it had been when we first headed out. I could see something else in her eyes, too, but I decide to ignore it and let her have some space.
We enter the house to find Kyla and Tony cuddling on the couch watching Insidious. Tony was buried into Kyla's side, and Kyla had a protective arm around him. Well we know who wears the pants in that relationship.
Zoë heads straight for the stairs and I hear the door to our bedroom close moments later. I let out a sigh as I sit down at one of the kitchen islands' bar stools.
"You okay Mike?" Kyla asks from the living room.
I mumble what I mean to be a 'yes' but Kyla takes as a 'no, I'm dying over here, please send help ASAP.'
I hear the movie pause and bare feet walking towards me. Kyla sits down in the bar stool next to mine and waits patiently for me to pay any attention to her at all.
I finally give up trying to ignore her and turn my body towards her, giving her my full attention.
"Why're you sad?" Kyla asks giving pouty lip.
"I'm not sad Ky."
"Why're you angry?" Kyla asks giving me a frowny face.
"I'm not angry Ky."
"Why're you cranky?" Kyla asks giving me a pouty, frowny face.
"I'm not cranky Ky."
"Why're you -"
"I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK I AM KYLA SO QUIT ASKING ME!" I finally explode, slamming my fist down on the granite counter top. "Fuuuuuuuck. Another thing to add to the list of horrible things that have happened today." I say, cradling my hand.
"Michael, seriously, what happened? You and Zoë go out all happy-go-lucky like you always are, then you come back all half-hearted and mopey."
I explain all the events of the afternoon to her. How we took the jet skis for a ride, how we we raced, how I pushed her off my jet ski, how she almost drowned, how I saved her, and then finally......how we kissed.
"YOU FUCKING KISSED HER!!! OH MY GOD MICHAEL HOW WAS IT?!?!?" Kyla explodes, clapping her hands and squirming in her seat like a kid who just found out they were going to Disney World.
"First of all, she kissed me. And second of all, I don't really want to talk about it." I say, shying away from the question.
"Oh come on! I have to know!" Kyla persists.
"Well......It was the best kiss I've ever had okay. It was slow and sweet and I wish it could have lasted forever." I say quietly, hoping to hide some of my embarrassment. God I sounded like such a sap right now.
" *eeeek* That's so fucking cute Michael!" Kyla squeals, leaning over to hug me awkwardly. "But wait, if you kissed Zoë, why're you so melancholy? Shouldn't you two be up there together doin the nasty?" Kyla asks.
"I don't know Ky. It's just, I think it was more of a 'heat of the moment' type of thing rather than a 'I think I like you way more than just a friend' type of thing. I just feel like things are going to get super awkward between us and I don't want that to happen. I can't lose another best friend...." I trail off, getting slightly lost in thought.
"Well if you don't want things to be awkward between you two then don't make them awkward! You have to go up there and talk about what happened and what you both want. You can't let this slightly awkward, yet totally a-fuckin-dorable, situation come between you. Now, get your ass up there Clifford and talk to that beautiful purple haired chick." Kyla demands, pushing me off my chair and up the stairs."
Oh god, this is going to be so awkward.
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A/N: Sorry for this being short as fuck.
That's all I have to say.
P.s. - The video is just to annoy you, because I'm all thoughtful like that 😊
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