Wrapped Around Your Finger\\M.C.

<<<eleven>>>

<<<Michael>>>

He stares into her elated glowing face, physically seeing a weight lift off her shoulders after screaming into the empty night. His hands squeeze hers back before he mimics her, throwing his head back and letting out a loud strained scream. She laughs as his hat falls into the sand, and he releases her hands to cup them around his mouth, freeing all the air from his lungs.

He grins with great relief as he brings his head forward, panting to regain his breath before he slowly opens his eyes, finding her wearing his hat. His heart skips at the sight, flooding him with so much serotonin, he does the only thing that comes to his mind. He steps to her and grabs her face as he brings his mouth to hers, enjoying the electric shock that travels through his body to feel them again.

Her jaw drops as he opens his mouth, their tongues meeting in the middle and he whines at the sweet taste of her, craving her like candy. She steps into him, lifting her arms between his to wrap around his neck, melting at the warmth of his skin against her forearms as his large hands wrap around her waist. She presses onto her toes to kiss him deeper, feeling his soft thick tongue with hers as her fingers crawl up his neck to his hair.

He generally hates his hair being touched, self conscious of the damage he's caused to it or it getting disheveled to ruin his appearance, but the way her small fragile fingers caress his scalp and lightly brush his strands eases him. His body vibrates at the feeling of her touch, never wanting it to end as he presses her body to his, wanting to mold her into him so he can keep her forever. He knows this will only be a one night thing, a postcard evening, forever to be imprinted on his soul, but he is willing to accept this, grateful to be wrapped around her finger even for this short time.

She pulls away, breathing heavy before asking, "Did that help?"

Mikey chuckles, looking at her swollen lips and flushed cheeks, deciding she's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, "The screaming or the kissing?"

Her cheeks burn brighter as she looks down embarrassed, gliding the tip of her converse along his before surprising him and resting her head against his chest. He hugs her back, resting his chin on her head as the wind blows, messing up his exposed hair, but he doesn't care. He gladly holds her as their hearts beat along side each other, strangely already acquainted and filling him with deep peace.

"Can I hear a song you wrote?" he asks, truly curious and dying to have her serenade him.

"What! No!" she chirps frantically against his chest, before pulling away with wide eyes.

"C'mon," he chuckles, "You can trust me. I wanna see what really makes you happy."

"I don't know," she shakes her head and wraps her arms around her chest, feeling insecure and scared. "I never had any proper training or lessons. My parents wouldn't pay for it. My songs aren't good."

"How are you supposed to live your dream if you doubt your talent?" he grabs her hand and pulls her along in the sand, heading back to her house, "What if Calum never said 'hey guys I wrote this song, we should record it and put it on the internet'?"

"I don't know," she laughs, truly not knowing since she hasn't heard the story as she hops up next to him, eating up his sudden burst of excitement.

"Well then we wouldn't have wrote our first kind of hit song that got us attention and caught the eye of One Direction. So you're going to show me so you can move to London and be a songwriter."

"What?" she laughs, stopping in her tracks and shaking her head at him, "I can't do that, I don't have the means to do that."

"You just pretend your going to school," he smiles mischievously at her, making her stomach swirl with desire as he takes her hand, "then when you get there you say 'Fuck school!' and go show off your music."

She giggles at his fantasy as she actually ponders it, before he steps to her and looks down into her colorful eyes, mesmerizing them before she whispers, "I wish I could but I can't."

"Then just pretend you can. What would you do first?"

"Get a job, probably as a waitress or something, maybe at a bar or club that plays live music."

"Oh a two in one, so you could play there. Smart thinking," he smiles, his front teeth peeking through his lips as he pushes the hair from her face that the light breeze tussled and then readjusts his hat on her head. "And then what?"

"Then I'd call you, and tell you I said 'fuck school'," she giggles as she presses into him. "And ask you to come stay with me."

His heart pounds in his chest as he nods his head, "I'd come stay with you."

"And Lexi would be there, too," she whispers as her eyes fill with tears.

"Of course she would be there," Mikey smiles gently at her before he kisses away the tear that escapes.

"And then I'd live happily ever after," she giggles at her corny joke before she hugs him, listening to his heart as the wind begins to pick up again.

"I think we might get pelted by sand again," he squeezes her as a strong gust blows, almost blowing his hat off her head.

"Let's go to my house then," she replies as she pulls away and he wraps his arm around her shoulder.

"Is that okay?" he asks, "Can you have company over?"

Samantha laughs as she wraps her arm around his waist and rests her head on his arm, firmer than she thought it would be, and says, "My parents aren't home, if that's what you're worried about. They're in Jamaica."     

"Aren't you moving soon?" he asks, furrowing his brows at the sand.

"Yeah," she says quietly and he looks down at her, seeing the familiar hurt settle on her face.

"I'm sorry," he says before he grabs her jaw and tilts her head up, gently kissing away her pain.

She just smiles when he pulls away and he wishes he could have her forever as he stares into her extraordinary green eyes; knowing he could glady spend the rest of his life lost in them as he made her happy the rest of his existence. He knows that's a whimsy, so he vows to just continue showing her the acceptance and support she desperately requires. And, if possible, the love she deserves.