charlie awoke from her peaceful slumber, her limbs stretching as she sighed in content. it's been a while since she's been able to stretch and not coil inside of michael's cramped car.
and honestly, she accepting the change with open arms.
the dim light of the sun peeked through the curtains, illuminating the mans peaceful face and body. as much as charlie would hate to admit it, michael looked so beautiful resting there soundly, his lips parted just the slightest bit and the usual smirk was long gone.
she loved a silent and sleeping michael.
she rolled over to face the man, head propped up on her arm as she took in his features.
the way his eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly with each breath he took and the way his eyebrow piercing just looked so goddamn good reflecting in the sunlight. his calloused fingers were gently gripping onto the sheets as he cuddled into them which to that, charlie couldn't help but snort.
michael, a prideful man with the biggest ego shes ever seen, cuddled up to the sheets.
priceless, yet heartwarming.
her wide eyes soon traveled to his button nose, wondering how someone who looked like they've given and taken a few punches still has such a pretty nose. and his lips? they were chapped, always have been. yet they matched the man michael made himself out to be.
the girl hasn't seen michael ever apply lip balm, let alone cream to at least help the chapped and bleeding lips, yet she isn't surprised.
she assumes its just to protect his masculinity or something.
watching michael up close like this made him seem fragile, charlie thought. the man let his guard down when he slept, but then again, it's hard to keep it up when you're unconscious.
the way his fading red hair swept across his face made charlie wanna push it back.. only for the reason that it was blocking his face. nothing more. she hated it when her hair was in her face at night, so she could only assume the same for him. they weren't too different in charlie's eyes, but to michael, they were universes apart with the mere common factor being cigarettes.
she wanted to smoke, not even noticing her fingers trembling with the want for nicotine.
and so now charlie has moved on from admiring michael to have an inner debate on moving from her comfy position or to stay right here with michaels sleeping figure. sure, a cigarette sounded so good right now, but did she really want to face the three batshit crazy men from last night?
god, that felt like a fever dream.
just as she was about to make a mental pros and cons list of why she should and shouldn't go for a cigarette, a groggy voice that could make anyone's knees weak was heard from beside her.
"quit scowling, you'll get wrinkles princess." michael mumbled, rubbing his eyes with his fists. charlie merely rolled her eyes, turning to face the now awake man. so much for the peaceful silence.
"you've already got 'em, i know how to take care of my skin thank you very much." she muttered, fingers picking at a loose thread on her pillow case. michael only let out a low chuckle, moving onto his side to face his pretty companion.
he mimicked her actions by propping his head on his arm, the many bracelets adorning them sliding down. they caught charlies eye, the various leather and beaded bracelets.
was michael that kind of emo, a scene kid was it?
the red haired man's eyes followed her gaze before quirking his pierced brow in confusion.
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cigarette daydreams • mgc
Fanfiction"why do you smoke?" "i could ask you the same thing, doll." - in which a girl by the name of charlie runs away from home for her own reasons, leaving her to interfere with another man on a run of his own. except one of them isn't as innocent at fir...
