Girl Online ⎯ m.c [DISCONTINUED]

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I was peacefully sleeping, dreaming about something that I couldn't remember, until I felt something softly poke me in the side. Thinking that it was just a spring on my bed, I ignored it, basking in the warmth of Michael's arms. But then, something poked me again, but slightly harder, making me open my eyes.

Michael was already awake and staring intently at me, causing me to blush. His slightly shorter hair was a mess on his head, making him look even cuter than he already is. He had a look of guilt on his face, though.

A look of realization washed over my features, "Was it you that was poking me?"

Michael smiled cutely before nodding his head. "Yeah, sorry. It's just," he bit his lip, "I'm hungry."

I let out a snort, resting my forehead on Michael's chest, "Can't it wait until the morning?" I paused to look over at the clock on my end table, "It's three in the morning, Mikey."

He opened his mouth to speak, but his rumbling stomach spoke for him. "No," he said with a cheeky smile.

"Well okay then," I sighed, slinging my comforter off of us.

"Where are we going?" Michael mumbled, his voice still raspy from sleep.

"Denny's, probably," I yawned, pulling out a random hoodie from my dresser and pulling it on.

"Is that a One Direction hoodie?" Michael laughed, walking next to me and pulling out a pair of sweatpants.

I looked into the full length mirror that was to my left, seeing the big 1D on the back. "Yes. Yes it is."

"I don't know if I want to be seen in public with you, now," Michael teased.

I grabbed my wallet out of my purse, sending him a playful glare, "Well, you either come with me or you starve until a reasonable time in the morning."

He raised his hands in defense while following out of my room. "Fine, you convinced me," he whispered, making me giggle. "Your giggle sounds better in person."

Luckily, my house was dark, so he couldn't see the red flushing my features, "Stop being sweet."

Once we get into the living room, I grab the car keys from the bowl on the coffee table, Michael following the entire time. "You say that every time, but it still doesn't stop me from being sweet." 

I slip on my vans, Michael slipping one his shoes as well, opening the front door, just to be greeted by the humid yet cool air of Florida. "A girl can only try."

"When you try your best but you don't succeed," Michael sang, earning him a whack on the shoulder as we hopped into opposite sides of my car.

"Don't quote Coldplay just to patronize me."

"I do what I want, I'm punk rock."

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"Denny's looks... weird at three in the morning," Michael commented as we got of of my car. The parking lot was practically empty, except for to a couple of semi trucks, and the only thing giving it light was the fluorescent IHOP sign. It looked like a start of a horror movie, but yet I wouldn't have it any other way.

"Blame your stomach," I told him. 

"I'll blame whatever I want to blame."

"Well aren't you rebellious tonight."

"It's actually the morning."

I laughed as we stepped into the restaurant, "Shut up."

A sleepy hostess was standing at the podium as Michael and I walked in. She looked to be about in her forties, and not even close to being happy with her job. When she saw us, she straightened up ever so slightly, but still looked like she hated the world.