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eight- she's coming over

I started placing little kisses on Michael's neck as he was driving and I whispered that I love him.

he started giggling and bit his lip.

"devon, babe, baby! not now, I'm driving!" Michael laughed.

"but Mikey!" I pleaded.

"we're almost to your place. do you think you could make it until then?" Michael asked while smiling, but watching the road.

only moments later we arrived at my house and Michael rushed to my side of the car, opening my door. he picked me up bridal style and I laughed, knowing my cheeks were a bright red.

he carried me into my house and layed me down on the couch.

"shit, are your parents home?" he whispered in my ear after I placed both of my hands in the back pockets of his jeans.

"no, they work on Sundays. they won't be home until 7," I smirked and entangled my fingers through his hair.

he placed his lips onto mine, but slowly pulled back. he pushed a piece of my hair away from my eyes and smiled at me.

"wanna take this upstairs?" he bit his lip and raised his eyebrows.

I laughed slightly and nodded. we got off the couch and I jumped onto him. I wrapped my legs around him so I was straddling him.

he placed me slowly down onto my bed, clearly not wanting to take his lips away from mine.

we both took our shirts off and the same time, barely taking our eyes off each other. he bit his lip and practically jumped on the bed, making me laugh harder than I probably should have.

I slid off my shorts and we crawled under the covers. he had already taken off his jeans.

out of all the moments I've had with michael, this had to be the most...perfect.

he slid his hand under my the hooks of my bra and unclipped it faster than any other guy could. has he done this before? I mean, I haven't.

he played with my hair, which made me moan. just before things were about to get beyond serious, my bedroom door creaked open.

we turned to the door quickly and saw belle standing there with the most shocked, yet happy, expression. she yelled, "HOLY SHIT. GET SOME!" and shut my door quickly. we could hear her laugh as her feet patted down the hallway.

"well, shall we?" Michael smiled and smashed his lips onto mine.

"Michael!" I laughed into his lips. "we can't just do...what we were gunna do while belle is right there! that's like...weird. creepy weird."

"but, Devon! ugh, we always get interrupted," Michael said face planting into my pillow. "your pillow smells like you. ill just stay here with pillow devon." Michael laughed and tried to grab hold of my wrist before I wriggled away and slipped on a flannel Michael left here a long time ago and a pair of comfy shorts.

"you know, it turns me on when you wear that. you look better than me in it," Michael said stepping out of my bed.

"me? look better than you? didn't think anyone could look hotter than you, especially when you wear a flannel," I whispered into his ear after I got on my tippy toes to give his a kiss on the cheek.

after I kissed him I rushed down the hallway giggling and saying, "catch me for a proper kiss!"

he popped out of my room in his boxers when I was already running down the stairs.

"oh, no, no, no. get some clothes on, silly!" I laughed as he groaned and slid back into my room.

I was already downstairs by then and walked into the kitchen with the biggest smile on my face.

I saw belle raiding my fridge, so I walked over and peaked my head towards her.

her voice was muffled by a cookie in it but I could make out what she was saying. I've known her long enough.

"oh, shit. I thought you and Michael were gettin' it on," she laughed and raised her eyebrows.

"well, I guess we were. but you kinda killed the mood. anyway, what are you doing here?" I asked grabbing another cookie from her hand and taking a bite.

"oh. yeah. um. she's coming over. she wants to talk to you," she stuttered out.

"who? what are talking about-" I was interrupted by a doorbell. I turned to walk towards the door, but saw Michael already unlocking the door.

and there she was.

the 5'6 blonde bitch with good fashion taste.

fucking Steph.

"the fuck is she doing here?" I whispered to belle.

"I- Ashton- she wants to talk to you."

"well I sure as hell don't want to talk to her."

"just, politely tell her to get the fuck out."

before I knew it, Steph was standing there next to a very much confused Michael.

"uh, hi devon..." Steph said, stretching out her hand for a handshake.

"okay, listen, my ex-boyfriend cheated on me with you. that's grounds for me being able to dislike you. very, very much. so excuse my rudeness, but what do you want?" I say sassily, gaining a laugh from Michael.

"oh, um, I just thought maybe you would be able to tell me when you and Ashton broke up? I don't trust what he says," Steph looked up at me because I was a good 3 inches taller.

"why didn't you just ask another one of Ashton's friends? and why don't you trust Ashton? you don't deserve to know anything about my and Ashton's relationship. you're one of the reasons I ended it. so, if you came here to "snoop out the competition," don't worry. I'm done going after Ashton. he's all yours," I said staring straight at Steph.

"look, I didn't know he was dating you when we met. we were both drunk. I came here to tell you I was sorry. okay? I'm sorry. I don't want to be with Ashton. he doesn't like me like that. he still likes you. he loves you, Devon. you're a damn lucky girl," Steph sighed and looked down.

"you're certainly right. I am a damn lucky girl," I smiled over to Michael and who winked back to me, causing belle to laugh.

"okay, I'm just gunna finish this off.
michael, that was lame. Devon, you're inner bitch has been seen and it's amazing. and for you Steph, bye Felicia," belle smirked and starting showing Steph to the door.

after Steph was gone, belle turned back to us, laughed, and smiled saying, "that bitch had something in her teeth the whole time, oh my gosh."

Michael looked down at his phone after getting a text. his face became a firey red. he looked like he was going to throw his phone.

"what's wrong, Mikey?" I shot him a sweet smile.

Michael's jaw clenched but he was able to say, without screaming, "Luke just texted me. they actually let Ashton out of the hospital early. the dick is coming over. here. now."

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sorry I didn't update last night
I had homework ew
anyway
THIS CHAPTER MESSED ME UP
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IM SO LAME
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