Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Michael knows I'm awake. Why, oh why did I have to blurt something out? Why do I make things awkward for myself? Why-
"Mia?" Michael interrupts my thoughts, panic in his tone. "Have you been pretending to be asleep this whole time?"
"Um, yes," I said, my face turning a bright red. I press my face into the pillow so he wouldn't see my tomato-colored face.
"Have you heard the entire conversation?" he asked, and I could tell he was embarrassed as well.
"Yes," I repeat, desperately wanting to disappear from this moment. "I'm sorry."
"Well, this is awkward," Ashton speaks. "I'm gonna... go."
I roll my eyes at Ashton, slowly picking my head out of the pillow. I look at Michael and his face is entirely red, mirroring the shade of my own face. He takes a deep breath and walks over to where I lay, and sat down cross-legged on the floor beside the couch so I could look down on him.
"So..." I speak, regretting doing so.
"So..." he mimics. "Oh, this shit is ridiculous. I like you, do you like me?"
"As more than a friend?" I mentally face-palmed after I said that, though he nodded. "Yeah."
His eyes brightened. "You do?"
I bite my bottom lip nervously. "I mean, yeah. You make me feel... like I don't know how to describe it. And that's the reason I like you, I guess. You give a feeling I'm not familiar with - a good feeling. We've already kissed multiple times and those times we kissed I felt like I was on fire and God, I just wanted to burn with you."
"Wow," he spoke with a smile.
"That doesn't make sense, does it?" I chuckled. "Sorry. Without knowing it, you made me develop a crush on you. So fuck you, Clifford."
"Hey!" Michael laughed, shaking his head. "Well then, fuck you too, Bladden."
"We both know like each other now," I stated. "What are we gonna do about it?"
"Mia, I don't know if you know this, but when two people like each other, they usually go out on something called a date." His voice was filled with sarcasm.
"Oh, Michael, I enjoy your sarcasm," I roll my eyes.
"And I enjoy yours," he winks.
"So are you going to ask me, a girl with a current broken leg who pretended to be a fake fangirl of your band, on a date?" I raised my eyebrow.
"Why does it have to be me? Girls can ask boys on dates, too," he pouts.
I grin. "But I'm too shy to do so."
"Who says I'm not shy to do so either?" he points out.
I frown. "Probably the rest of the boys... and all of the girls you've been with."
Michael sighs. "Mia..."
"No, Michael. You've been with a lot of prettier girls, why would you go with someone with zero experience like me?" I asked.
"Because you're different, Mia. Plus, you're a lot more different than all those other girls I've encountered. All they wanted was a fuck, but you... You want more and that's amazing. You have standards and morals and I love that. You have a limit, something I've always wished I had," Michael says, grabbing my hand. "I like your innocence, and I want you to have it as long as you can."
I smile. "Thank you, kitten. But I'm not that innocent."
"Oh? 'Cause I just think you're an innocent princess," he smirks.
