BURN CRASH • LRH

6. don't worry about me

DON'T WORRY ABOUT ME

Michael Clifford loved Aurora Sanchez.

She was his best friend, the one that would stay up and play as many games of his video game of choice until their eyes couldn't stay open any longer. Be there for him, listen to anything he had to say.

Which is why he's hurriedly running to her apartment elevator, frantically pressing the button to her floor over and over again as she hasn't answered any of his calls all morning.

Aurora was always one to answer quickly, no matter what. And the fact she hasn't answered in the last twelve hours has him worried practically sick.

As the ding of the elevator rings in his ears, he squeezes past the elderly couple that is standing in front of the door, apologizing over and over again as they give him a nasty look.

Making it to her door, he knocks once before taking her spare key out of his pocket. "Rora, just so you know I hate you," Michael yells as he walks through the front door of Aurora's quiet apartment, slapping his hand over his mouth once he sees her laying on the couch, one of her vinyls playing softly in the background.

He didn't realize she would be asleep at this hour, Auroras was the type of person to be going throughout the day, not wanting to waste a single second of precious time that no one can take back.

So to see her fast asleep, her dark hair sprawled out over the headrest, knees tucked into her chest as the blanket is falling off her body onto the floor.

Michael takes notice of the baby blue sweatshirt she has on her body, the sleeves being much longer than her arms, that her hands are tucked away under the fabric.

The smell of pancakes fills his nose, the sweet scent of the maple syrup poured from the bottle also tickles his senses.

Rora is shit at pancakes. how did she make these?

As he walks around to the couch that she's practically knocked out on, he sits on the small spot that's not covered by her sleeping body.

Michael then smells the scent of an expensive cologne on the blankets, it's distant, like someone who was only here for as long as time would let them. but he wonders, who could have been here?

Dismissing his thoughts, he grabs the remote from the dark wood coffee table that sits in front of the couch, turning it on to keep him company while he waits for Aurora to wake, not daring to touch her.

An hour, and Michael dozing off a couple of times later, Aurora starts to stir as her body is slowly starting to wake up. Her thighs still ache slightly, a small groan escaping her lips.

"Finally." Michael groans out, his patience running thin. He'd thought about shaking her slightly to see if she'd wake, he really did. But he knew if she was sleeping during the day, she must need it.

"Finally? Michael, how long have you been here?" She rubs her eyes, trying to get her body to wake up, every muscle in her body still aching slightly.

"Oh, only about an hour." He says while stretching his tired arms behind his head.

"Shit, how long have I been asleep? What time is it?" Aurora asks groggily, her voice still a tad hoarse, she frantically searches for her phone to find twenty missed calls from Michael and a text from Luke.

"It's two, Rora. Why haven't you answered your phone?" Michael asks, wondering what the hell she's been up to all day.

Following Aurora to her bedroom, she hoped he hadn't noticed the sweatshirt that was dangling off her body, but oh, he noticed.