𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

✿︎ 𝐈 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐁𝐞 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞 ✿︎

A/N: I know Davy sings this song but I couldn't think of a better idea sorry 😐

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"I wanna be free, like the bluebirds flying by me...."

Michael and I sat on the couch in his cozy little beach home. Davy, Micky and Peter had gone out for ice cream, and Mike wanted to stay with me. He sang I Wanna Be Free quietly to himself as I stared at him, admiring his beauty.

"Like the waves out on the blue sea, if your love has to tie me, don't try me, say goodbye."

I continued to listen closely, but I looked around the quiet beach home that the four boys lived in. I looked at the side table that stood next to me and noticed a picture in front of the lamp in a beautiful golden frame. I saw that the picture was of Michael and I. We were sitting at the dining room table, our chairs close together. I smiled as I remembered when the photo was taken.

Flashback....

"Say cheese, guys!" Peter yelled out as he held his camera between his fingers. Mike and I were at the table talking about upcoming plans when Peter suddenly scared us by yelling.
We quickly looked at the camera, Mike wrapping his arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer to him. We smiled into the camera, something that was rare for Mike.

End of flashback

This was my favorite photo of us together since he was smiling, something very, very rare for him. He was absolutely beautiful, and I continued to stare at the photo as I heard him singing the song.

"I wanna be free. Don't say you love me, say you like me. But, when I need you beside me, stay close enough to guide me, confide in me, woah-oh."

I couldn't help but join in the singing at the next verse, as it was my favorite and Mike and I usually sang it together.

"I wanna hold your hand, walk along the sand, laughing in the sun, always having fun. Doing all those things without any strings to tie me down."

He looked at me, and that same smile appeared on his face. It made my stomach get butterflies every time he smiled since it was so beautiful. I loved him more than anything in this whole world.
Mike picked up his guitar to add to our singing. I watched as his fingers moved across the strings, making an angelic sound.

"I wanna be free like the warm September wind, babe. Say you'll always be my friend, babe. We can make it to the end, babe. Again, babe, I've gotta say. I wanna be free, I wanna be free, I wanna be free...."

The song ended and Mike placed his guitar down. He looked at me and gave me a small smile, setting his hands down on his lap. We stayed there for a moment, staring at each other (a/n: I can't stop thinking of Crusin' after writing that) before I broke the silence and spoke up.

"That was absolutely beautiful, Michael."
He smiled again and moved closer to me, placing his left hand on my cheek.

"Not nearly as beautiful as you, angel."