hold on to me ▹ mgc

chapter four

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ Blake and I drove to her house which was located in a small neighborhood. It looked like one of the ones from Grand Theft Auto but much more clean and it didn't look like people were going to jump you around every corner. So, okay, maybe not like Grand Theft Auto.

We pulled into her driveway and got out of her car.

"My mom's not home, thank god" Blake sighed in relief.

A smirk played on my lips, "Awe darn, I wanted to meet your mom"

She let a low laugh, "Unless you wanted to be shot with a million questions, it's best if shes not here"

Grabbing her keys, she unlocked the front door and walked in, holding the door open for me to walk in as well. Her house was beautiful. Wasn't too big or too small. It looked cozy and warm just like her, kinda like a big blanket. It looked just like the kind of house she would live in, if that made any sense.

Woah, did I just say she was like a fucking blanket?

Nice, Michael.

"Did you want anything to eat? Drink?"

"Got any Corona?"

She turned to me "Ha ha, very funny", she shook her head. "The devil doesn't allow alcohol in this house, not since.."

She froze and looked away from me, staring at the wall on her left.

I still stared at her confused. "Did I say something?"

She shook her head again, seeming like she just had a flashback of some sort, "It's nothing" she said plainly. "Let's go upstairs" smiling assuringly she grabbed my hand and led me upstairs.

Dragged me up the stairs and it wasn't ending there, hey, those are good song lyrics. Mental Note.

We entered a room with band posters all over the wall, vinyl artwork, white walls, and some Man Overboard flag. This could not be her room.

"Is this your room?" I asked shockingly.

She smiled widely, "Yeah, why? Too boyish?"

I nodded, "But it honestly looks sick, did you get this from tumblr or some shit?" I said smiling at her and flopping on her bed.

She rolled her eyes at me and layed next to me taking her shoes off, "No Mr. Sassy ass. I just like putting posters of my favorite bands and listening to records", shrugging slightly.

The many times I've slept with girls and was dragged to their room I was either greeted by pink walls, tumblr lights, flowery bedsheets, or the occasional collection of stuffed animals that would look straight into my soul with their glossy big eyes while I fucked their owner senseless, and trust me, that wasn't very comfortable. It felt like their parents were watching me.

But Blake was, Blake. She wasn't some girly girl, she was herself. And I really digged that about her.

I watched as she pulled out sleeves from a little basket next to her bed and spread them onto the bed. Each of them containing a record.

I examined each of them. AC/DC, Blink-182, Crown The Empire, Twenty One Pilots, Def Leppard, The Amity Affliction, Green Day, the list went on and on.

"So which one do you want to listen to?", she suddenly asked me.

"You have really great taste in music, who taught you your ways?"

She gave me the same look as she did in the kitchen. "My dad", she said finally meeting her eyes with mine. "I remembered when we would drive around in his truck and he would blast Guns N' Roses, Metallica, Green Day, you name it"

She smiled at the thought. Her smile was truly beautiful.

"We did that for hours", seeing her smile made me smile twice as much.

"I remember when Green Day released American Idiot we went to the music store, bought it, and drove around for hours listening to Billie Joe sing his heart out"

"Where's your dad now?" I asked curiously.

"He's dead"

I grabbed her for a quick hug and she hugged back, "I'm so sorry, I shouldn't of asked that and-"

She chuckled, "It's okay Mike, I don't mind"

It surprised me that she wasn't crying. By the way she talked about her dad it seems like they had a good relationship. It's either she's a really strong person or something happened that she's not telling me about. But now that I don't know, I want to know more about it. But I decide to push it aside and forget about for now. What if me and Blake aren't even friends in the future? Yeah, people leave each other's lives everyday, no one ever chooses to stay and I'm perfectly fine with that. With that, I forget about my thoughts.

I nudge her shoulder, "How about we listen to music"

She smiled once again and my heart did a little flip. I convinced myself then and there that I will never get tired of that smile.

"That's sounds nice", we decided on Crown The Empire and let the music drown our thoughts. I looked over to her laying next to me on her bed and she looked back at me. I wasn't thinking of undressing her, or planning on what I was going to do to her on this bed. I just absorbed her presents. And for the first time in forever I actually felt something. It might not be love because I don't even now what that feels like, but whatever it was I never wanted it to stop. Or maybe I'm not ready to feel it.

(A/N) Heyooooooo so this is kinda a short chapter and kinda boring, but I have a lot more planned for this story so please stick around. Just to clarify, in this chapter Michael is slowly but surly realizing that he has feeling for Blake but is still in denial and Blake has something she's keeping from Michael so wHOOP. Blake's pov is coming soon too so calm your titties.

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BTW, the song in this chapter is Makeshift Chemistry by Crown The Empire and I cried when they performed it at my concert okay bye