Michael's POV
I quietly push open the door to the room Zoë and I share. I look around and see no one in the room. What the hell?
I search the room for Zoë. Under the covers, outside on the balcony, in the closet. She was no where to be found.
"Zoë?" I finally call. No response.
Shit, she probably got too overwhelmed with the kiss and jumped off the balcony to run to the nearest gas station to call someone to come get her.
Then all of a sudden someone tackles me from behind, making me flail to the ground.
"Aaaahhhh!!! Please don't hurt me!!!" I scream, covering my face. Hmm Michael, I wonder who it could possibly be?
"Wow, that was the bitchiest scream I have ever heard. Calm your shit Clifford." Zoë laughs, still pinning me to the ground by sitting on top of me.
"Whatever." I mumble, a blush creeping onto my cheeks. "Why am I on the ground exactly?" I ask, seeing she wasn't getting off me.
"Because I like being above you, in more ways than one." She says, adding a wink.
.......Fuck.......Me.......
"Can I get up? I kind of wanted to talk." I try and persuade her, doing this on the floor would be even more awkward than it already is going to be.
"Let me think........how about no." She says, smiling at me evilly.
Is this bitch bipolar or something? She kept trying to avoid me a few minutes ago and now she's back to her normal sassy self.
"Please?" I beg.
"Nope."
"Pretty please?"
"Nah bruh, just talk."
Why does she have to be so difficult?
"Fine, about that kiss I just wanted to-"
"Forget about it." She cuts me off.
"Forget about it?" I ask shocked.
"Yes, forget about it. It didn't mean anything right? So why don't we just let it go?" She clarifies.
"Oh, um yeah. It meant nothing. Yeah, let's not let it come between us, that would be stupid. Yeah." I agree like a stuttering fool.
Well, that went better than expected.
But to be honest, it doesn't feel like it should be nothing. This could have been my chance to start something, but I disregarded it. Why can't I do anything right?!? Oh my god, I could have done something, but no Michael you had to forget about it.
Forget about it
Those three words are going to haunt me.
"Sooo, what do you want to do now?" I ask, even though I don't want to do anything but beat myself up for being so stupid.
"I'm kind of tired you know, having almost died and all." She says sassily as usual.
I can't help but smile at her. She looks down at me and smiles back at me, her wet hair falling in front of her face. A small water droplet falls from the strand of hair and lands on my cheek. Zoë uses the pad of her thumb to gently wipe it from my face. She did it painfully slow, letting her thumb linger on my skin for longer than needed, making my skin erupt with goosebumps. Her teeth didn't show through her smile anymore, but it was still there. A soft, priceless closed mouth smile.
Pure beauty.
As her thumb leaves my face, I reach up to push the strand of hair behind her ear. I see a pink blush painting itself onto her face as she gets up off of me and walks into the bathroom, shutting the door.
I let out a sigh and get up off the floor. I quickly change into something dry and climb under the covers. I can wash my hair later, I'm too tired now.
Zoë comes out of the bathroom wearing some sweatpants and a beat up Mayday Parade t-shirt. She climbs onto the bed and snuggles into my side.
I immediately feel even drowsier than before and my vision begins to fade. Soon I was fast asleep, snuggling with my best friend.
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Zoë's POV
What the hell did I just do?!?!?!?!
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A/N: Helllllooooo
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