the notes [m.c.]

ten- are you sure?

omg there's like so much teasing smut in this...I'm not great at writing smut yet so I don't want to disgrace my story with horrible writing so bEwArE
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michael and I walked to the parking lot. we came here separately, but I didnt want to leave him. I just wanted to be with him.

"will you come back to my house? I mean, only if you can. I don't want to force you," I looked down, suddenly becoming saddened by the thought of how I've been keeping michael from his family.

"baby, don't worry. my parents have been out of town for a few days and won't be back until after yours get back. hey, this might be overstepping but, do you want me to stay at your house for the week? you've seemed fragile lately. let me be there," michael said intertwining our fingers on both hands. it's like he knew what I was thinking.

"that sounds...perfect. id love it," I whispered into his ear while wrapping my arms around his neck, giving him a tight hug.

"great, I'll go home and pack my bag. you get back to your house and lie down. I'll set my stuff up in the guest room, is that alright?" Michael smiled at me with such gentle and sincere care.

"or...maybe...you could stay with me, in my room," I said slowly as I felt my cheeks turn pink. he and I haven't gone all the way, because we've been interrupted so many times, but I was still scared for his response.

"oh. I was going to suggest that, but I didn't want to be too forward. are you sure that's what you want?" Michael asked cupping my face in his hands.

"I am most definitely sure," I said as I put my right hand in his back pocket, slightly squeezing his butt, while my left hand was on his other hip.

"Devon! baby! this isn't the place for that," Michael's eyes widened when I had done what I did. his cheeks turned bright red.

"okay, okay. but Michael?" I got closer to his ear, having to slightly get on my tippy toes, "meet me in my bedroom when you get there. be ready."

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after I got home, i ran to my room. I needed to make sure everything was perfect for Michael.

I took off my jacket and the box Ashton had given me fell out of the pocket.

oh yeah.

I need to tell Michael. I hate keeping things from him. I won't let our relationship go down in flames like Ashton.

I'll tell him tomorrow before school.
then, I'll bring it back to Ashton. I can't wear these. I don't even like having them near me. I feel haunted by Ashton.

I put the box into one of my dresser drawers and fixed up my room. it definitely needed it.

there were clothes strewn out everywhere, my bed wasn't made, and it needed some "romancing."

I put away my clothes and made my bed. after deciding on candles, I searched my whole house for the best smelling ones.

I placed them throughout my room. everything was perfect. except one thing. me.

quickly, I ran to my closet and put on my most attractive outfit.

I wore a tank top that made my boobs look great and my cutest denim shorts.
just to top it off, I put on Michael's flannel, knowing how much he'll love it.

I ran to my bathroom and did my hair. after taking it out of the bun it was in, it flowed out onto my shoulders. to me, it looked fine, but I brushed it out anyway to make sure it was perfect.

not knowing what to do with my make up, i did the look Michael has commented on the most.

winged eyeliner and a pale pink lipstick. gosh, I hope he likes this.