Living Longer//Michael Clifford no. 2

Chapter 1/2

Chapter 1

*dream*

We walked down the beach, hand in hand.
I loved Sydney.
We had finally decided that we would move in together and get a home here, in Sydney.
"I love you Michael."
"I love you too."
*dream ends*
Michael's POV

What the fuck?
I sat up and starred at the wall.
Oh god. If only that dream was actually real. It felt so fucking real!
I heard screams come from another room of the motel flat and I raced in time to see Mia awake from a nightmare.
"Are you okay?" I asked, kneeling down in front of her bed.
"I guess."
"Mia?"
"Yeah?"
Before she had time to react to anything, I placed my lips on hers.
Our lips moved in sync and I bit her lip and pulled at it slightly, begging for entrance.
She moaned and gave it to me.
My tongue slid eagerly into her mouth and collided with hers.
I rested my hands on each of her cheeks, slightly cupping her ears with my fingers. My left hand tangled into her now medium length hair, whilst my other hand still cupped her face.
"Mia," I moaned.
Mia shifted so that she was in front of me entirely and my right hand moved from her face to her hip.
"Yes?" she asked.
"You grew out your hair?"
"Yeah," she sighed. "I wanted to be able to do something with it."
"Okay," I said, kissing her again.

Mia's POV

"Okay," he said, kissing me again.
His tongue battled with mine and I moved backwards pulling him with me, until he was on the bed and we were both, for some reason, on our knees.
I lent back and Michael pushed me the rest of the way, so that he was hovering over me.
His lips moved from mine and he slowly placed kisses down my face, sometimes playfully kissing the stupid tube in my nose.
I giggle slightly and that's when reality set in.
We were going too fast.
We weren't even together.
But I liked it.
But it was wrong.
"Michael?" I asked.
"Yer?" he replied.
"Aren't we going a bit too fast? I mean we're not even together."
His breathing hitched and he looked at me with shame.
"I'm sorry, I, uh?" he muttered.
I laughed at his child like behaviour.
We had gotten home from Pizza Hut, when Michael said that we were going on tour together and invited the girls and boys, including myself, to his motel room to celebrate.
Now we were like this.
I leant up and kisses his nose.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that Michael. I really missed you, and this," I say.
"You did?" he asked.
"Yes," I say slightly offended. But then again, I was supposed to be dead for three years.
I smile and pull him closer to me.
"Are you a virgin?" Michael asked suddenly.
"Yes, why? Are you?" I ask.
"I was just checking, and no I'm not. Mia, will you please be my girlfriend... again?" he asked really quickly.
I looked at him and sighed, ignoring the fact that he had slept with other girls.
"Yes, you idiot."
He smiled and kissed me, his lips trailing down my neck.
He stopped at the crook of my neck and started to suck gently on the skin, biting slightly, placing his mark on me.
"Michael!" I giggled.
"What?" he smirked.
I laughed and he continued.
Then I realised that the door was open.
"Mikey, the door!" I squeal.
"Shit," he muttered, getting up to close the door.
He came back and sighed.
"That ruined the moment," he muttered.
He climbed under the covers with me and I laughed as I kiss him on the nose.
I yawn and as I did, I stretch my arms out and accidentally hit Mikey in the face.
"Ow!" He whined.
"Sorry," I said sarcastically.
"Someone's grumpy when they're tired."
"Shut up," I said smacking him on the chest, rolling over.
His arm wrapped around my stomach and I drifted quickly to sleep.

Chapter 2

I woke up with a burning in my nose. There was a fire!
I jump out of the guest room bed and into the kitchen only to crack up laughing.
Michael loves food.
He just doesn't know how to cook it.
There was burnt bacon in a pan that Michael was trying to save, Luke was fanning a still beeping fire alarm, Calum was yelling at Luke that he wasn't doing it right and the girls were apparently 'out.'
"What the hell Michael?" I scream over the beeping.
Mikey looked at me and sighed.
"I tried being nice?"
"Oh my god," I sigh, walking up to him and turning the pan off.
I put the bacon in the bin and scrub off the pan. I rinse it off and place it back on the stove top.
The beeping stopped and I put some new bacon on the now hot frying pan.
It crackled and it made me sick. I didn't eat bacon. I'm not a vegetarian, but I can't eat strip bacon.
"You can have this, but I'm having pancakes."
"What?" Michael gasps. "You no like bacon?"
"Not really?"
"What ever."
I looked at Michael and giggle at his child like behaviour.
His lips were pouted and his arms were crossed over her chest.
"Michael?" I asked.
He looked at me and smiled.
"Yeah?"
I smirked.
"I love you!!!" I screamed, continuing the game we played almost a year ago.
"I love you more!!!"
"Do not!!!"
"Not this fucking game!" Luke whined.
"Suck it up and deal with it, princess!!!" Michael shouts, when Luke's mum walks in.
"Stop all this yelling! It's giving me a head ache!" Liz said.
"Okay, sorry," I muttered.
I adored Liz and I felt bad when I pissed her off, which wasn't that often.
She walked to the pantry and took out the panadol (its basically like aspirin!) and poured herself a glass of fanta. (Orange flavoured soda for all you American's!!:)..)
I could smell the bacon and I ran from the room.
Oh god, I hated bacon.
I ran into my room and took deep breaths.
One... Two... Three...
"Mia?" Michael called.
"Yeah?" I huffed.
"Are you okay?"
Yeah, I'm fine it was just the bacon, that's all!"
Michael sighed happy that I was okay.
"Can I come in?"
"Yeah," I said unlocking the door.
Yes it was locked, I didn't want anyone walking in on me throwing a fit.
Michael walked in and he smiled, closing and locking the door behind him.
He walked towards me and smiled hungrily.
I stepped up to him and let him wrap his arms around me.
My hands twisted around his neck and I tugged at his hair turning him on.
"Kiss me," I sighed.
"Anytime."
Mikey leant down and slowly, teasingly, pressed his lips to mine.
He gingerly traced patterns on my back and I sigh shakily.
"Michael, don't do that!"
"What, this?" he asked, slowly dragging his finger tips up the sides of my stomach.
"Mikey!" I gasp.
He pushes me back until I'm pressed against a wall. I feel his lips against mine as I playfully rub his hard on;) (if you get what I mean) ;)
He gasped and moaned into the kiss.
"Mia," he sighed.
He pulled at my bottom lip slightly with his teeth, asking for entrance, which I give.
His tongue collides with mine as we both battle for dominance.
"Michael?"
"Yeah?"
"I think we should go some place else."
"Sure."