Safely // M.C.

"Ooh, someone's angry." (18)

-1 month later-

"Hello, beautiful." Isaac said. Isaac was one of my workmates. He has a slight crush on me. He's never met Michael and I'm petrified that he's not gunna like him.

I folded some shirts and put them up, with Isaac standing close by my side, helping me.

I suddenly felt a pair of muscular arms wrap around me. I knew his smell.

"Almost done babe?" He asked, I knew he hated to wait.

"Almost, Michael this is Isaac." I introduced them. Isaac looked intimidated. I chuckled.

"Boyfriend." Michael smiled evilishly, at him. Michael is my boyfriend? Did he just call himself my boyfriend?

Isaac's eyes grew wide. I fixed my baggy Green Day shirt and played with the rips in my jeans. I finished folding the other shirts and then me and Michael left.

"I don't like him." Michael said, not caring if Isaac heard.

"Ooh, someone's angry." I joked. He looked around before taking me into the corner and slamming me against the wall.

I groaned as my head banged against the wall.

"Don't tease me." He whispered at me. I licked my lips carefully, watching him bite his.

The tension between me and him is incredibly deadly. I wanted him to kiss me so badly.

He came so close, brushing them together but he wouldn't put his lips on mine.

"Michael Clifford, you better kiss me." I whispered, edging closer to him.

"Ooh, someone's getting angry." He repeated what I said earlier. Damn, when did he get so hot?

I grabbed his neck and pulled him onto me. Our lips crashed as we kissed passionately. I hadn't seen him in 4 hours, I needed this.

I played with the short hair on the back of his neck, causing him to smirk against my lips.

He put his arms on either side of my hips. There was no space between us, but I wanted him closer.

"Dammit," I said, pulling away finally. We both smiled before we left for the campus. When we arrived, I took a long hot shower then, I sat in bed. Michael's tour starts in a week.

School's out in a week as well. I found the perfect house and I've been working overtime all month and have made the down payment and I still have enough to pay the first month's rent.

Michael was happy for me, but he is really upset that I'm not going on tour.

We were starting to pack our things.

"Three months, without you. What am I going to do?" He asked, hugging me from behind and holding me.

"It's gunna suck. But, it's good for the both of us. It'll go by really fast and then we can be together until your next tour." I said.

"Next tour?" He asked.

"Trust me. I've seen you guys perform. There will definately be another tour." I whispered, kissing his cheek.

I looked at the guitar he gave me.

"Teach me to play when you get back." I demanded. He agreed and then I turned around to face him.

"Being without is going to kill me." He whispered, staying close to me.

"I know baby. I know." I hugged him tightly, whilst I cried into his shoulder. When I pulled away he wiped away my tears and we finished packing.

Then, we laid on the sheetless bed and just stared blankly at each other. I was going to miss the way he smelled. I was going to miss how he had to ahave everday so he wouldn't have any stubble.

I was going to miss the way he bit his lips when he got nervous or shy.

I was going to miss being by his side.