fridays ; ai [on hold]

Twenty Seven

Chapter Twenty Seven

"Little black submarines, operator please put me back on the line!" I shouted the lyrics to The Black Keys; 'Little Black Submarines' while molding the small piece of chocolate chip cookie dough in my hands into a ball.

"Told my girl I'd be back, operator please, this is wrecking my mind!" Michael chimed in and wiggled over to the stereo on his kitchen counter, turning the volume up and mixing more dough in the bowl he held in his hands.

I spent last night at Ashton's and when I woke up, he was gone. So I decided to just go across the hall and see what Michael was up to, turns out he was just as bored out of his mind as I was and we some how wound up baking cookies. "Treasure maps, fallen trees," he moved the wooden spoon from his face and over to mine "operator please!" He giggled at my terrible singing before placing the spoon back into the bowl and mixing.

I put my tiny ball of batter on to the tin foil, picking it up and placing it in the oven. "Michael?"

He looked over to me, lowering the volume."yeah?"

"Are we really going to eat all of these?" I asked referring to the five sheets of cookies we had already baked. A total of about sixty chocolate chips cookies.

"Oh...shit." He mumbled to himself while looking around his messy kitchen, cookies and batter surrounding him. "I guess we kinda have to." He shrugged his shoulders and put the plastic bowl onto the counter.

The oven was open and I could feel my body heat increase, from moving around mixed with the 450 degrees coming from the oven was starting to make me sweat. I tried fanning myself down with my hand but it was no use. The heat became too much and I pried my flannel from my body, leaving me in my black tank top and I tossed it onto Michael's couch.

I came back into the kitchen and put the last bit of cookie dough in the oven. Standing back up I wiped my hands on my shorts and faced Michael.

"That's not good for you!" I shouted while ripping the spoon filled with raw cookie dough away from his lips. He shot me a deadly glare as i took it from him and tossed it into the sink.

"You're an ass." He mumbled while shoving me lightly and I only laughed.

"Sorry, I just don't want you to get salmonella." I gave him a bitchy smile and lifted up a hand to mess up his already messy hair.

His hand reached up to grab my arm and he lowered it slowly. "Woooah." He took a step closer once my arm was down all the way and his eyes were locked onto my shoulder.

"You had sex!"

"Huh?"

"You had sex with Ashton!?" His words made me nearly choke on the air surrounding me and I took a step back. He stood there with his mouth slightly open and he stared down at the mark.

Instinctively my hand flew up to cover the area. "What the hell is wrong with you!? Of course not!"

His surprised face slowly turned into a cheeky smirk and he gave me that "don't bullshit me" look.

"Oh, really? Then how do you explain that?" He motioned towards my shoulder.

"It's...nothing. We didn't sleep together, gosh. Jump to conclusions much?"

"Yeah, you're right. If you got laid last night you wouldn't be such a bitch right now." He joked while picking the spoon out of the sink and eating the leftover dough anyways. I sighed and leaned against the counter beside him, our shoulders pushed together slightly.

"But he...definitely...gave that to you." He said to me in between licks, gesturing to my bruise.

"Yeah.." I looked down to my nails and picked off the remaining black nail polish, not really wanting to stay on this subject.

"So are you two a thing now?" He asked, suddenly becoming serious and I hopped up on the counter. Legs dangling above the floor and he joined me.

"No, I mean, I don't think we are. Like yesterday, I accidentally called him 'baby'-"

Michaels gasp cut me off, "oh my god, what did he say?!" Jesus, he sounded like a middle school girl gossiping with her best friend over the phone.

"I was getting to that." I laughed a bit and stuck arm out for the bowl of dough beside him. He gave it to me and I dipped my finger inside, collecting some uncooked cookie dough and eating it.

"Well, at first I tried to make it seem like I didn't say it. And then I apologized, ya know, because I didn't mean to say it. But he just told me to calm down and then invited me inside to watch a movie and I ended up spending the night. And then when I woke up he was gone." I ate some more and looked up to him but he stared off into space, taking in everything that I said.

I was hoping he would have some sort of answer for me, maybe e knew what was going on or could help me figure it out. "Mhmm, and how did that," He motioned towards his shoulder while looking at me. "Happen?"

"I really don't know." I admitted to him. It was the truth, I still don't really know how or why it happened, all I know is that I want it to happen again.

"When Luke spilt that soda on me Saturday night I went to go change but, I went into the bathroom instead and Ashton was there." I absent mindedly smiled to myself, the recent memory flooding my brain.

"And we were kinda just talking and then he kissed me and it got so intense and then after a while we stopped. Then he said he's been 'waiting to do that for so long' and then he basically attacked my neck and left."

He nodded his head. "So he kissed you first?" He asked and I gave him a nod.

"Then that's it." He shrugged and hopped off the counter and onto the floor, putting our dirty dishes into the sink.

"What do you mean?" I asked, not understanding.

"Well if he made the first move then he obviously likes you." He said it like it was the most simple thing in the world, like it meant nothing.

I jumped off the counter and followed him into the living room where he was sat on the couch. "So wait..." I still didn't understand.

"He likes me?"

"Yeah," he chuckled. "Are you stupid or something?" I ignored the insult.

"So, sh-should I say something to him? Or like, bring it up in a conversation or..."

I was interrupted by a knock on the door and Michael pushed himself off the couch with a lazy groan. "Coming."

WHOS AT THE DOOR!?

lol im lame sorry. And sry that this is so short but w.e it was meant to be a filler but I TRIED to leave it with a cliff hanger but I didn't do a great job....

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