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Mikayla giggles as she waves goodbye to the girl with blue hair. She bites her lip as the girl leaves, and as soon as she's out the door, she squeals. A few customers turn to her and give her funny looks and she blushes.
"I'm not paying you to flirt, with your girlfriend" I say from behind her as I leave the storeroom.
She jumps, turning and staring at me with wide eyes. She places a hand over her heart, sighing, "Jesus, Granddad, you scared the shít out of me,"
"Hey! Don't swear!" I scold her as I replace a few books. She giggles, and I turn to her, "What?"
"Those were the first words you ever said to Michael," She simply says as she serves a customer.
"Were you actually listening to me?" I laugh, shouting a little from the other side of the store.
She sits on the counter, all the customers gone, "Of course! I love your stories. I love Michael,"
"How many times have I told you that you remind me of him?"
She smiles softly, her eyes shining in the light streaming through the windows, "Not nearly enough,"
October 17th 2015
54 years and 211 days ago
10 years and 91 days before
"Okay, so tell me stuff," I whisper as I lie on the bench, my head on Michael's lap as he plays with my hair. I stare at the star filled sky, and giggle when I move my head and see up Michael's nose.
"Like what?" he glances down at me. I move so that I'm sitting beside him, and stare at him fondly.
"Just stuff- Like umm, what were you like as a kid?"
"Pretty bad. I was always causing tubule, getting into fights, just being a pain." He sighed, "I only shut up when I was reading or writing, and they were my only hobbies. What about you?"
"Quiet." Michael looks at me in surprise, "I was really shy and I just read a lot. In high school I met my best friend Calum, and he helped me to open up a little,"
"What're your parents like?" Michael asks as he holds my hand, keeping it between us with his other arm wrapped around my shoulder.
"I guess- nice? Yea, nice but strict," I glance down awkwardly, "And very homophobic. They kicked me out when I came out,"
He presses our foreheads together, kissing my nose. "What about you?" I ask as we pull apart, eager to move the conversation along.
He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly, "Um- well, I don't know. I mean, they abandoned me. I grew up in a foster home,"
I wrap my arms around him tightly, pressing small kisses to his neck. He chuckles as he hugs me back, sighing a little. "You know, it's okay. I'm not upset about it. You can't be upset over something you never had,"
"That's not true," I tell him
"What do you mean?"
"People stay awake at night upset over the love they never had. People spend all day upset over the dreams they never lived. People cry over the life they never had, but wish they did,"
Michael stares at me, a smile paying on his lips. I laugh awkwardly, "What?"
He presses a soft kiss to my lips, and mumbles against them, "You're the type of boy people write books about,"
December 5th 2016
53 years and 163 days ago
9 years and 42 days before
I hear the front door opening and closing, before a wet and shivering Michael Clifford walks into the room. I giggle at him as he stands in the doorway, making a little puddle where he stands.
"S-s-stop l-l-laughing a-at m-me," His teeth chatter, and I continue to giggle. "I'm going to have a shower, bítch," He grumbles before walking out, shutting the door behind him.
"Love you too!" I call, and the door opens again, but this time only a crack, and Michael's middle fingers pops round the door. I throw my pillow but he quickly slams it shut again.
"Damn, I really want that pillow now," I sigh to myself as I look at it in the far corner in the room. But, the bed is warm and comfty so I pout, not bothering to get up and retrieve it.
I cuddle into the bed, using another pillow and pulling the blanket up so it covers my content smile. I wrap my arms around myself as I hear the shower starting, and Michael singing. I giggle as he starts a very loud rendition of 'Hit Me Baby One More Time', forgetting most of the words.
He soon returns, a towel around his waist and a smile on his face. "Don't look," He warns me sternly as he pulls some clothes out of the drawers. I nod obediently, placing my hands over my eyes as he begins to strip down, but of course, I take a sneaky peak. Hehe.
Once he's dressed, he turns and stands beside the bed, and I pretend I can't see where he is. He bends down, gently taking my hands and removing them from my face, pressing a small kiss to the back of them.
He pulls me out of the bed, grinning. He quickly jogs to the speaker, putting in his phone and fiddling around, then comes back grinning. He wraps his arms around my waist, and I place my hands on his neck, staring at him curiously.
He sways us side to side, moving around so that we're slow dancing around my small bedroom. I grin as I recognise the song, placing my toes over Michael's feet, so that when he lifts his foot, I move too. I bury my face in his neck, kissing the skin there lightly.
He sings quietly in my ear, "Forgive me, I'm trying to find. My calling, I'm calling at night. I don't mean to be a bother,"
I whisper with him, "But have you seen this girl?" I smile softly as we continue to dance, Michael whispering sweet nothings in my ears. I close my eyes and pretend there's nothing in the world but me, Michael, and our song.
[A/N]: Is it okay to get feels from your own writing? idek but I just really like that last part. Um... this chapter didn't really have a theme or anything. oops. Anyway, thank you again for the reads, votes, comments. I love all of you for reading this and being absolute sweethearts!
-Cece 🍃
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