5SOS//One Shots and Imagines

xxx Michael Clifford xxx

*beep* *beep*

The stupid alarm clock kept going off. I reached my hand over to turn it off when a hand got in my way. They turned the alarm off, and I pulled my hand back.

Today was such a bad day to get up early. I roll over to my previous sleeping position, eyes yet to open, and try to fall back asleep. The blankets were ripped from me and off the bed.

"Get up." He says, and I roll over.

"I don't wanna." I say and grab another pillow from the other side of my bed and cuddle it for warmth.

"You have to, I don't want to be up alone." I open one eye and look up at him. Michael was standing beside my bed, grinning down at me. His once black hair now had blue, red, and purple in it.

"Then go back to sleep." I yawn and close my eye.

"You picked the wrong night to not wear pants you know. I've got a full view of dat a-" Michael starts, but I jump up and push him away.

"You're such a perv." I glare at him. He stands there, obviously proud of himself, and I push him out of my room.

Sharing this world with him was difficult enough, let alone an apartment.

I grab the blanket he took off my bed and fix it to where it belongs, before leaving my room. I didn't bother putting on pants since I was getting in the shower, and grabbed a towel from the closet. I turn around and bump into him.

"Oh my gosh, Mikey, get out of my way." I laugh and step to the side of him. He grabs a towel from behind me and follows me to the bathroom.

"What are you doing?" I ask, looking disapprovingly at him.

"I need a shower." He shrugs his shoulders and peels off his shirt.

"No! Get out. I'm showering, you had all morning." He laughs and continues to peel off his clothes, so I cover my eyes with the towel in my hands.

"Really, Mikey, could you please put your clothes back on and get out? I need to shower and I can't if you are."
I was getting irritated easily, I mean, come on.

"Relax, I have my boxers on. Plus, we could shower together." He says.

"What?" I say, but it was muffled because of the towel.

Michael takes the towel out of my hands so I cover my eyes with my hands and shut them.

"I am not showering with you Mikey, that would just be weird." I say.

"It wouldn't be weird, it would be saving water." He says, and I can hear the smirk in his voice.

"Noo, I don't feel comfortable being naked in the same place as you at the same time." I say nonchalantly, and he just laughs. He grabs my hands and pulls them from my face, but I keep my eyes close.

"You do it everyday. Open your eyes."

"No." I say, shutting them tighter. No matter how much I wanted to open them, I kept them closed.

"Just open them. It's nothing you haven't seen before."

Never take off Michael's covers to wake him up in the morning. One mistake is all it takes to see the clifficonda.

"Nope." I say and try to leave the bathroom, but end up running into the wall.

"Damnit, Gordon, just put some pants on so I can open my eyes." I rub my head where it hit the wall and we both laugh at me.
"Fine." He huffs and I hear shuffling.

"You can open your eyes now." I open my eyes, but he was still in only boxers.

"You filthy liar!" I shout and cross my arms. I didn't close my eyes again, not just because I didn't want to but because who could in this kind of moment.