omg touchy flirty friend michael that you were always taking platonic naps with, curling up in his bed at the end of a long day, shoving your shoes off and wriggling underneath the covers and up against him. friend michael that would always make fun of the couples in your friend group, always joking, "babe, come here and gimme a kiss!" to which you would stand on your tip toes and melodramatically kiss him on the cheek, causing him to fake-swoon in response. you and he would go out on late night mcdonalds runs and would get high in the parking lot; he would trail his fingertips up and down your arms, sending chills down your body that you would just blame on the open window. he would always share his soda with you and you would sit on his lap before shows, always teasing him about his hair or his dumb button nose or his torn up shirts.
"come on, clifford, don't you own any actual clothing?"
"nah, thought I'd just walk around naked, wouldn't you like that, sweet cheeks?"
"maybe your little fangirls might, I wouldn't"
"babe, please, you know you love all of this"
