Disparity // clifford

black

/hanna/

the colour of his shirt.

his long-sleeved baggy shirt with one of those pointless pockets on the front.

it was so soft, and i had a habit of stealing it from his drawer occasionally.

whenever he saw me wearing it, he just smiled at me. my favourite smile that was full of warmth and love.

i remember one time, when he was wearing that shirt, we were sat on the sofa watching a movie. he had his arm slung around my shoulders, and i was buried into his side, absentmindedly fiddling with the hem of the shirt. i looked up at him and our gazes met.

"mikey, are you even watching the movie?" i asked, brushing away a section of his fringe that had fallen into his eyes. he smiled gently, before leaning down and kissing me softly.

"no."

then there was this time when i was wearing the shirt, and we were sat on the floor, playing a game on the xbox. mikey had his back against the sofa and i was sat between his legs, my back against his chest. i was close to giving up on the stupid game. mikey wrapped his arms around me and closed his hands over my own, controlling my use of the controller. i could feel his warm breath against my neck and had to resist the urge to rest my head back against him. he had his chin on my shoulder, and we were both focused on the game on the screen. my character died for what felt like the thousandth time, and michael just chuckled and kissed my shoulder before wrapping his arms around me in a warm hug.

"you're so bad at this game, i have to save your sorry ass every single time." he whispers in my ear, and i just giggle.

"my hero!"

we had some of our best memories at home in that shirt, whether it was him or me wearing it. he rarely wore it out because it was pretty old and was a bit worn out at the hem.

a.n; all of these chapters are gonna be really short but i'll be updating regularly, at least once a week

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