Part Sixteen: Amazing

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"We do," you confirm, watching his eyes flicker open. "Mikey, we've been through this: I love you. I just felt a bit unwanted, and Ashton came up with that stupidly elaborate plan to make you......want me, I guess. "Shut up, Y/N," Michael groans, pulling you close. He leans down, touching the tip of his nose to yours. "I do want you." You could feel his breath against your lips and before you could respond or react, his lips pressed against yours.

And you kissed back.

This Time:

Electricity automatically went surging through your body faster than
The Flash (whom, in case you don't know, is pretty damn fast). Your heart also decided that it would be a grand idea to try and beat out of your chest, making your head pound as well; 'Fireworks'. You remembered how the first time you kissed Mikey, he had asked if you felt the fireworks. You weren't too sure then but you were positive now.

These were Michael's fireworks.

You were all too aware of one of his slightly calloused hands gently holding your cheek while the other was pressed against the small your back, almost as if he was trying to keep you there. You were almost positive that you were going to explode into flames. This was so passionate, and yet, just a simple kiss, your lips moving in response to his. In one word, it was amazing.

He finally pulls away, releasing you slowly while not breaking eye contact. You can't help but stare at him. He looked absolutely perfect in the somewhat dim moonlight, almost magical. Mikey flicks up a single eyebrow before whispering "I told you so."

You laugh out loud to that one, almost doubling over with all of your laughter. Had he seriously just said that?! "You okay there, Y/N," Michael asks after you had been laughing for almost a solid minute. You hold up one finger, trying to catch your breath before standing up straight and regaining your composture. Your sides still hurt from all of the laughing.

Only he could make you laugh like that. "Was that really necessary," you ask and he simply shrugs, looking you in the eyes. "You know," he says, beginning an obviously random statement. "For somebody who was going on a date with a gay person, you sure do look beautiful tonight."

You feel yourself blush, and you weren't even 100% sure why. Mikey had just said something random, throwing in such a simple little compliment, yet you still shamelessly stood there with a blush coating you cheeks. "You always look so beautiful", Michael tacks onto his previous sentence, making you blush even more. Only he could make you blush like this.

"Thank you," you finally manage to get out, looking up at him. "You're quite the looker yourself." You had said it in a joking tone, but you weren't exactly 'joking'.  Michael rolls his eyes before tipping an imaginary fedora and sarcastically saying "M'lady." You laugh at that one, rolling your eyes as well. "You're so cheesy," you giggle, playfully punching Michael's arm. "Only for you," he whispers, raising his eyebrows.

You roll your eyes again, even though the statement was extremely sweet. "See? That right there was cheesy," you say, smiling widely. "Then I guess you should stop calling me Michael and start calling me Cheddar." You roll your eyes again, shoving him playfully. "Goodnight, Mikey," you say, digging your keys out of your pocket. "Goodnight, Y/N," Michael whispers back, stepping away and walking off of your porch as you got your door unlocked. "Y/N," you hear Michael call out, making you turn around, praying he hadn't got hurt.

"Mikey," you call back, scoping your front yard for your the blonde haired best friend. "Over here," he says, making you look at the road. He was standing awkwardly beside his motercycle, which he had brought you home on. "I can take you to get your car from the rink tomorrow," he says once your eyes had settled on his, even at this distance. "That would be perfect. Thank you Mikey.....for everything," you say with a smile, feeling your heart skip a beat when he smiles back. "Of course. Night, Y/N". He begins to settle himself on his bike, and you smile contently. "Night, Mikey."

"Don't let the bedbugs bite."

"I never have."

"Oh, and Y/N," Michael says in a questioning tone, with you saying yeah in response. "I love you." Your heartbeat picked up as soon as he said that, making you feel kind of dizzy. The butterflies in your stomach were relentlessly trying to make you get sick. Fireworks; to the worst degree. You felt like you were floating on air, and you finally cleared your throat and said "I love you too, Mikey." He smiled at you before tipping his imaginary fedora, putting his helmet on, and riding away. Damn, did that boy know what he was doing. You just hoped you could handle it, because this feeling was absolutely, mind-numbingly amazing.

((A/N: Hiya Cupcakes!! Sorry for that temporary hiatus there. I was in school, taking finals and other stupid stuff like that. And once summer started, I was really busy with family affairs for the longest time, I'm so sorry. Anywhozeles, here is the latest installment, sorry it wasn't longer. I hoped you liked it. I promise I will try to update sooner, as I am already drafting. I love you all so much, see you soon.
~Anniplier :3))

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