III- Michael Matthews

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I don't know what's worse.
Waiting for your doom or watching the person that matters the most slip out of your life.

Well, she sat gaping at me, for quite some time. I couldn't say how long. It felt like an eternity to me.

She still didn't speak. So I just had to add,
"I don't know why your siblings are pairing us. I saw Nat earlier, and she said the same thing. Anyways. I should just say it.
"I love you, Nia, more than as a friend" I kept my eyes on her hardwood desk btw, "Me saying it would prolly ruin our friendship. And I totally understand if you don't want to see me again after this. But I feel I should just say it. School is starting and I would not want to see you dating anyone else. I mean.. I totally understand if you start seeing someone, I just wouldn't like it. Cos I wanna be that person for you.
"Damn. This is lame. Could you maybe like forget I ever said anything?"

"No."
My eyes kinda snapped up to hers. Is she mad?

"Uhh," damnit. "I prolly should head out" shit. Shit. She doesn't want to see me anymore. Shit.

I could only take a deep breath before moving to stand up. I think my movement surprised her cos her face scrunched deeply.

And before I knew it, the chair she was sitting on fell with a thud as she rushed in front of me,
"Ni-" and before I could finish the word, she had flung her arms around my neck and pulled me down. My hands found her back and my face automatically rested on her shoulder.

The vibrations from her body told me she was laughing. And she hugged me even tighter. Her natural scent always smelled like vanilla to me. Calming and arousing me all at the same time. My whole body felt on fire and where her skin met mine-- tingles danced about.

I lifted her off the floor and brought her closer, if that was even possible,
"So, uhh, you free friday night?" I whispered near her ear. Tendrils of her soft below the shoulder hair tickled my face.

I just heard her chuckle as she pressed her cheek to mine. Her skin felt so soft. I wanted more. Maybe run my lips all over and squish her ass. But I controlled myself. Too soon, the voice in my head says.

I had to put her back on the ground, cos my dick was starting to move. I had to move my hips slightly back so she doesn't feel it. She pulled back but placed both hands to my cheeks and touched her forehead to mine. She smelled like chicken and ranch and sweet milk.

"Friday sounds good," she whispered back. My eyes closed themselves. Cos if it didn't, I'd prolly kiss the shit out of her.

"Thank you," for at least liking me back.
She smirked again. I could literally feel her face. We were so close. It was damn perfect.

Then the door pounded again. We both jolted apart. Of course. Ruined the moment.
She let go of my neck and haughtily stomped to the door.
Nat's giggling face appeared when she opened it, the party music sounded more mellow now,
"Did I disturb something?"

"Yes actually," Nia sounded pissed. I could only see her back. Her long pajamas and loose white tshirt covered a lot of skin.

"Ohh!" Nat giggled some more and glanced at me, "just checking to make sure Mikey's here. Don't go out anymore sis. If you want more food, send Mikey out. Lots of drunk jocks already. Tell your driver to just pick you up tomorrow Mikey. I don't want Nia without company" her face turned serious.
"I mean it Nia. No going out this door" she gave me a look before kissing Nia on the cheek and turned around.

I took out my phone and sent Burt a text. He replied immediately. Then I sent mom a message to tell her where I was staying the night. When I looked up, Nia was already by the couch in front of her flatscreen tv.

I followed her and sat in the middle of the couch. I reached for the remote and turned the tv on. She took out a bottle of iced tea from a small fridge and opened the metal cap before sitting to my right.

"Didya finish watching 'how to get away with murder'?"

"Nope," she replied after taking a gulp, "the episode should be the same where we watched last" she lifted her legs and tucked it under her before leaning further into the couch.

I clicked the play button and felt bold. So I swung my arm up to rest it on the couch, right above her shoulder.

Well, she chuckled and gave me an eye. Might not be a good idea. I was about to retract my arm when she leaned on me. She settled her head near my armpit. And she fit right in. I slid my arm to touch her shoulder and pulled her closer.
Thank god I confessed.

"You'd never say anything huh?" I ask her.
She just shushed, "I'm watching the series"
.

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Several episodes in, I took a shower and changed into trainer pants. I always have clothes in her huge walk in. Even boxers. Sleepovers were a normal thing for us. The tees though. Yeah. They don't fit anymore. So I had to keep wearing the same one I came in with, it was either that or be half naked.

Tempting thought. I wonder how she'd react. Sneaking a last glance at myself in front of her mirror. My muscles look good on me. The abs making a nice rolling 4 pack below nicely shaped pecs. Yup. I look good!

"Dude," her face looked red though, betraying the stern voice, "wear a shirt"

"The clothes I have here don't fit no more," I whined.
"Don't fit anymore," she rolled her eyes, "just wear the shirt you had earlier"

"But I can't sleep in that," I whine some more.

"Then you're sleeping on the couch"

Well. I hurriedly snatched the shirt in her walk in and plopped back to the couch. And before she could say anything, snuggled my face to the crook of her neck.

I think I felt her shiver. I could be wrong. But then again, her arms had goosebumps. Yep. She doesn't need to say anything.

I guess something did happen to her during their vacation.
She never did react that way before. I've always thought that she treated me like one of her siblings. I've been crushing on her for the longest time, so I could read her body language like an open book.

I moved my face to kiss her cheek and then her temple before turning back to watch the screen. She snuggled closer and rested her head to the side of my chest.

Touchdown

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