Michael
Three times - I've almost kissed Charli three times.
What the hell is wrong with me? I've never hesitated in kissing a girl before - not even my first kiss. I had just kind of looked at the girl and done it. So why can't I do that with Charli?
Everything is different with her. But it's a change I've become infatuated with.
I was distracted by a slight movement from the passenger's seat. I glanced over to see Charli yawning.
We had all taken different cars up to the vista point due to the amount of people and the distance and different destinations after leaving. Now we had about ten minutes left until we reached Charli's apartment, but I wasn't sure she could last that long. It was about one in the morning, and she hadn't gotten much sleep last night, by the looks of it. Of course, that was my fault.
"You're cute when you yawn," I commented with a soft chuckle.
"Is that even an accurate compliment?" she asked, exhaustion clear in her voice. She was struggling to keep her eyes open.
"Are you even comprehending the conversation?" I laughed.
"Partially." She closed her eyes, then a solid ten second later, pried them back open.
"You can lean the chair back and sleep if you'd like," I gently suggested.
"But then I'll fall asleep and you won't have anyone to talk to."
I laughed slightly. "I guarantee you'll be asleep in the next two minutes, anyways. Might as well do it in comfort."
She yawned again. "All right, you convinced me." Charli reclined the chair back. "You wouldn't happen to have a blanket in here, would you? I can't fall asleep without something covering me," she explained. "I know it's weird."
"No, it's not weird. I'm the same way, I mean, if the sheets come off the mattress, I can't sleep at all."
"Cheers for the slightly OCD!" she lazily called out, raising a fist. I laughed at her sleepiness. She's odd when she's tired, but it's very entertaining.
"And I don't think I have a blanket, but - " Keeping my eyes on the road, and one hand on the wheel at a time, I took the jacket from my shoulders, and placed it over her, as she was already curled up into a ball on my seat. "You can use my jacket."
"You're warm," she cooed, cuddling into my jacket. My stomach flipped at the sight of her. Damn, I'm in deep. "Thank you, Mikey."
A smile took over my expression, realizing that this was her first time calling me that. I glanced over a her, and her eyes were already closed, a peaceful look on her face as she finally got the rest she craved. "You're welcome, kitten."
She hadn't heard me, already drifting off into dreamland.
Was she dreaming of me?
* * * * * * *
By the time I parked in the lot of Charli's apartment, Charli was sound asleep, even when I called her name in attempt to wake her up. I smiled, glad to carry her up to her room in order to preserve her sleep. She woke slightly as I picked her up out of the reclined seats, and hung her arms around my neck to further support herself before leaning her head on my chest and getting comfortable. At no point during that, I'll point out, did she open her eyes.
But I faced a problem as I stood in front of her locked apartment door. "Hey, Charli?" I whispered to her. She let out a soft, sleepy groan in response. "Do you have your key on you?"
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Saving the Reject | Michael Clifford | Editing
Fanfiction"I couldn't save anybody! I couldn't even save myself!" "You saved me."
