*present day*
~Bobbi's pov~
"Michael you fat ass, you're blocking my view"
"I am the view, honey"
He ran away laughing as I chucked a pillow at him. He had been standing in front of the t.v. blocking me from watching The Office. I mean yes technically I have watched through the entire show six times but I still don't like to miss anything.
Today was my day off and I was making the best of it. I worked every single day, usually, at a hair salon. Don't get me wrong, this is literally my dream job and I love it to pieces, but everyone needs a break sometimes.
Once I had graduated from high school, I went straight the the Paul Mitchell beauty school! I managed to graduate from there a year early and find a job relatively quickly thanks to mikey. it's right next to the tattoo parlor he works at in downtown Raleigh. ((we live in North Carolina by the way. woo)) but like we don't live together. he lives with his friend Calum. I live alone because michaels here enough so it's basically like he lives here as well.
that boy is my savior. I wouldn't have made it through high school or beauty school without him. and I helped him as well. he doesn't sleep much. he hasn't for years. his insomnia is terrible. but that doesn't make him different than anyone else he's still my mikey.
he keeps me sane, despite him being so annoying sometimes I wanna punch his beautiful face.
he is my muse, my best friend, my-
"B WHERE THE HELL ARE MY CAR KEYS?"
"in your pocket, dear"
I heard a scoff then silence then the jingling of keys
"was I right?"
Michael sighed "you were right"
I smirked at his words.
"anyways miss knowitall, I have to get to work because I have three appointments today and one is very important because it's myself"
my eyes rolled as I paused my show "you're gonna tattoo yourself again??"
"of course"
he had lots of tattoos. and I loved them, especially the ones he did himself but I'd never admit that because I wanted to tease him about them.
he looked good with tattoos. some guys don't. but it just goes well with his whole look. he has gauges, an eyebrow piercing, a lip ring and (currently because it changes often) bright orange hair.
"well... what're you getting?"
"it's a surprise, dipshit"
"mind your fucking language, clifford"
"k"
"K"
the door slammed after that. what an asshole.
what an asshole that I've been in love with my whole life.
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HELLO YES HERE IS THE FIRST CHAPTER ITS CRAP I KNOW BUT BARE WITH ME. ITS SHORT BUT I PLAN ON THE OTHER CHAPTERS BEING LONGER.
I really hope whoever reads this likes it bc I'll delete it and myself if it flops:)
anyways I love dan & ana. dan was asking for nudes as I was writing this chapter so that's cool.
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