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•the next morning•
•michels pov•
'morning sleepy head,' i say, handing waverly a coffee.
'thanks,' she yawns gratefully.
'welcome, you feeling any better?'
'a bit,' she says.
'good. migraines? sore arm?-' i ask.
'you dont need to worry about me, seriously.' waverly sighs.
'i know but i just want to make sure your okay,'
'okay heres your answer,' she clasps my hands in hers,' im perfectly fine, better then ever.'
i smile,' if you dont feel well,'
'tell you, call you, got it.' she rolls her eyes,' you've said it countless times in the short time ive been here.'
'well ive got to go to work, so dont forget, if u need me just use the phone,' i say.
'alright,' she says, tiredly.
'and if you need anything-'
'ill get up off my ass and get it myself,' waverly rolls her eyes.
i ignore her.
'jesse and nick have agreed to get you things if you need them but micheal just shrugged and said he would probably be sleeping so you can just ask jesse and nick for anything if you feel really ill.'
'okay okay'
'bye then,' i say, slightly embarrassed.
'bye michel' waverly says as i walkout the door awkwardly.
•waverlys pov•
'wheres the remote?' i ask myself as i search every draw and space in michels room.
•15 minutes later•
just as i was about to give up , i find the remote down the side of the bean bag in his room. 'there you are!' i yell as i hold it up in victory. 'finally!'
i turn the tv on and put the custom playlist shyra made for me:

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