riptide [ michael au ]

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Jax

I scoffed and quickly drew my hand away from his tight grip. "You can be anything but that, Michael." I retorted. Michael groaned and crouched down, beginning to put the food away. I sighed and put my hands over my hips. "What are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Michael shot at me and looked up, closing the picnic basket. He stood up to meet my glaring gaze.

"You're being incredibly immature." I replied and glared up at his towering body. He snickered.

"Me? You're the one who's pissed." He pointed out. I face palmed and sighed.

"You're the one who's packing!" I exclaimed, moving my hands from my face to my hips once again.

He stared at me blankly and then, began to laugh. My face converted to confusion as he began to laugh hysterically, holding on to my shoulder as he struggled to stand.

"What?" I asked confused as can be. He sniffled as his laughter began to subside.

"This is stupid." Michael said and coughed lightly, before giggling again. He nudged my side, waiting for me to agree. I looked at his face for a moment, before shaking my head and beginning to laugh. The stupid little grin on his face was enough to tell me that what ever we were "arguing" for was long forgotten.

"Huh, I love you." He said, and continued giggling. I froze. He stopped giggling and looked confused, until he realized what he just said. He tensed up. "W-when you're singing that song. That's what I meant. I just didn't finish my s-sentence."

I nodded suspiciously, not believing him. "What song?"

Michael was flustered - and he wasn't denying it. He shook his head. "I've got a lump in my throat."

I giggled softly, and kissed his cheek. His breath hitched in his throat while I bent down to grab the picnic basket. I grabbed his hand.

"You know, I didn't mean what I said. You could be my left hand man." I said as we walked to his house. Michael was incredibly nervous, it was written all over his face. Gosh, how I love teasing. I reached over, my face centimeters away from his ear.

"Only if you want to, that is." I whispered, before pulling away and smirking to myself. I saw from the corner of my eye, the shaking of his head.

Once we got to his house, I immediately went to go shower, since it's 8 pm.

Once I got out and was changed, I walked downstairs. Michael stood there with his head in his hands, murmuring, "get yourself together man."

I smiled and sat down in the coach. He jumped slightly before turning towards me. "Hey."

"Hi." I replied back. He nodded and looked towards the kitchen before giving himself a face palm.

"Are you okay, Mikey? You're not acting like yourself." I said, loving the affect I had on him. He quickly jolted up from the couch, and I did the same. He backed me up against the wall.

"You don't understand what you're doing to me, Jax."

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This is so bad whoops!!!
-nivek