Girl Online ⎯ m.c [DISCONTINUED]

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*NOT EDITED LIKE USUAL*

The next day, I planned to take Michael to an ice cream store. We ate breakfast and lunch already, so I was in the shower since I didn't take one before bed and I got distracted by Michael in the morning. It's really easy to do, since he's literally a teddy bear in the morning.

I stepped out of the shower, drying myself off before wrapping a towel around my body. The last time I checked, Michael was in the living room, so I grabbed my phone and walked into my room.

Except, when I walked in, Michael was lying on the bed and as soon as he saw me, he mumbled out, "Oh, God."

I jumped, holding my towel tighter in fear of it falling down. Michael, being the gentleman that he is (surprisingly), held his hand over his eyes. 

"What the fuck, I thought you were in the living room with Keenan," I said shakily. One hand was holding onto my towel while the other was over my heart, feeling the pounding from the scare that Michael just gave me.

"I got bored because he left, so I came up here. Fuck, I'm so sorry," he groaned, putting his other hand on his face so that each hand was covering an eye.

"It's fine, it's just— I'm naked and it's weird," I deadpanned. 

Michael laughed, hands still over his eyes, "I feel weird and I can't even see you."

"I'm proud of you for not staring at me."

"Chivalry is not dead, Kerrigan," he said, getting up and not looking at my body. He pecked me on the cheek as he left my room, leaving my heart fluttering and with butterflies in my stomach.

A small smile stayed on my face as I picked out what I was wearing. Eventually, I picked out a white t-shirt, leggings, gray fuzzy socks, and my all black converse. Once I put them on, I walked to the bedroom door to get Michael.

Only, he was lying down face-first in the hallway.

"What even?" I questioned him, making him pick up his head.

He had a goofy smile on his face as he looked up at me, "Look. Even I don't know."

I snorted, "Well, you can come in my room again. I just have to do my hair and makeup."

Instead of replying verbally like a normal person would, he just raised his arms up and made grabby motions with his hands. I grabbed his hands and dragged him into my room, with some difficulty. The whole way in, Michael made noises that were a combination of laughter and grunting.

Once he was in my room, he lifted up the bottom of his shirt to expose his red stomach.

He pouted up at me, "You gave me rug burn."

"Well, if you would have stood up like a normal person. then that wouldn't have happened," I retorted, turning around and sitting down in my vanity desk.

"Well, if I wouldn't have done that, then I wouldn't get to compliment how soft your hands are," he said, still laying on the ground, staring at the ceiling.

"You haven't complimented me on my soft hands."

"Well, your hands are soft."

I snorted out a laugh as I put coverup on a zit on my chin. While I put powder on, I felt Michael staring at me from where he was lying. When I put eyeliner and mascara on, he started laughing at me.

"What?" I asked, turning around to face him.

"Your face looks funny when you do that," he giggled.

"Wow," I said, drawing out the vowel sound.

I stood up and looked in the full length mirror to make sure I looked fine. Again, I felt Michael staring at me.