Some time early in the morning, my phone starts ringing, interrupting my precious sleep. I grumble some unkind things to whoever is calling me as I reach to my bedside table and put on my glasses. Then I grab my phone to see that Michael was facetiming me. I clear my throat to get rid of the rasp, and press the answer button.
"What do you want, Michael?" I asked. My voice was still very deep and morning-y.
"Wow. Thanks for a kind greeting," he retorts, giving me a look.
I laugh and yawn before asking, "To what to I owe the pleasure of a facetime from Michael Clifford this morning?"
"That's better," he smiles, making me smile too. "Is it really the morning there?"
"Yeah, it's like," I take a glance of at the clock, "Six A.M."
"Well, shit. I need to check my timezones before I call you next time," he said. From what I could see, it looked like he was in his bunk.
"That would be lovely, if you could do that," I reply, snuggling up to my blanket.
"Say lovely again."
"Why?"
"You sound very American in the morning. And it sounds cool when you say lovely," he explain. I furrowed my eyebrows at him, but he stuck out his bottom lip, and I couldn't say no to that.
"Lovely."
"Again."
"Lovely."
"No say Michael is lovely."
I laughed, "Michael is lovely."
"Say Michael is so lovely and I love him."
"Michael is so lovely and I love him. Are you done?" I ask.
He nodded solidly and gave me a big smile, "All good you lovely person."
I snorted, "Why did you call me?"
"Oh, right. I was wondering if your dad said it was alright I could visit. And also if you've planned out what we're doing that week yet," he told me.
"My dad said it was fine. He really likes you, by the way," I said and he smiled, and he probably blushed but it was dark in his bunk. "And hang on." I reached to my bedside table and pulled out a notepad, which is where I had the plans written down.
"Did you seriously have to write it down?" He teased, a smile in his voice and on his face.
"I would have forgotten it, if I hadn't," I pouted.
"We're going to be one of those forgetful couples," He mused. I just pretended that I didn't hear him, because I don't think my heart would be able to take it if I accepted what he just said.
"Okay, so on the first day, I figured we could, like, watch movies since you'll be jetlagged," I read, pushing my glasses up my nose since they fell a little bit.
"How considerate," Michael smiled.
I stuck my tongue out at him and continued reading, "The second day, we could go to this really good ice cream place. It's my favorite," I suggest.
"And I'm your favorite, so that just makes sense."
"Stop interrupting me! Okay, so the third day we could go to the beach—"
"Ew, outdoors."
"Shut the fuck up and let me read my damn list!" I yell, laughter bubbling up out of my lips.
He whispered a, "Sorry," with a smile on his lips.
"The fourth day, we could dye my hair, since I've been wanting to do that forever."
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Girl Online ⎯ m.c [DISCONTINUED]
FanfictionShe ran a blog about him. She poured her heart and feelings onto that blog. It was personal, funny, and embarrassing. And he just chose a great day to do some stalking. WARNINGS: cliché and fluff and I don't even care. ©paynetrainexpress