Killer || m.g.c

1.4

Bonnie Jackson.

I snapped away at the words, choking on my own surprise. Michael's eyebrows furrowed in concern as I tried to get over my coughing fit.

"Are you ok?" he asked, eyes puffy and voice full of concern.

"It's been like two weeks, Michael." I said. His cheeks turned bright pink and he turned away to no longer face me.

"Sorry." He mumbled, fiddling his thumbs like a three year old in trouble. I sighed, trying to figure out what to say.

"Don't be. I just, it's not right, yeah? Not now, anyway." He tilted his head to the side, kinda like a confused puppy and I smiled a little at how adorable it was. "I'm still figuring out a lot of stuff right now, and while I definitely feel... Something towards you, I don't know if it's that." He nodded slowly.

"Ok."

"Ok?"

"Ok." He smiled at our repeating of words before scratching the back of his neck nervously. "Sorry for, uh, crying and stuff."

"A guy who shows emotion, isn't that the 'perfect guy'?" I said using air quotation marks around the 'perfect guy'. He smiled, chuckling a little.

"Sorry for the whole kidnapping you thing, too." He said.

"It's ok." I sighed. He shook his head.

"It's not."

"You did it to save me from the bad guys, Michael." I exclaimed. "Trust me, it's fine." He nodded slowly but I don't think he believed me.

"Are we ok?" He said before yawning.

I had to think about this. His reaction wasn't the best, but then again, it was a tough topic. I probably would've had a similar reaction. But would I consider us on good times? Was I really ok with Michael?

"Yes." I said, over thinking for a second before nodding. "Yeah, we are." He smiled briefly before pecking my lips. I grimaced as he pulled away, ready to tell him another thing I'd decided during my time alone earlier today.

"I want to stop the romantic stuff." I told him with an awkward smile, Michael giving me a confused look.

"Why?" He asked. "Couldn't we be like Bonnie and Clyde? Get what we want, kill who we want, love while we do it?" He said with a smile. I shook my head, not amused with his saying.

"You're obviously not ready to talk about your past and stuff and I need to comfortable enough with you to do that. Also, I don't need you distracted by me in this line of work." He pouted but I stayed strong. "Just, no romantic stuff, yeah?"

He sighed but nodded, mumbling a quiet 'yeah' to my request. I smiled, holding up a hand for a high five instead of the usual cheek kiss he chuckled but continued to high five me before standing up, leaving me on the floor leaning against the wall.

~

It wasn't until twenty minutes later when he brought up my request yet again.

"Is sex romantic?" He asked.

"Yeah." I responded, only half concentrated as I watched a Supernatural rerun on TV.

"Really? Cause one night stands are sex and that's not romantic." I glared at him for a moment.

"No sex." I said sternly before looking back to the TV.

"Please?" He said after a while. I rolled my eyes but sat up properly, shuffling to face him better.

"You remember how emotional I was when I tried to get you to have sex with me?" I suggested. He nodded, crossing his arms and leaning back against the wall. "You're as emotional as me right now. I must return the whole 'you saying no to me' thing by saying no to you." I told him.

"I'm not as emotional as you." He scoffed.

"You were flirty then horny, mad then sad. You left for a bit and came back extremely mad then became sad and then became all lovey. You are far more emotional than me." I said with an eye roll.

"I dunno, man. You were pretty emotional." He said playfully.

"You experienced like, four more emotions than me. I'll fight you on this, I swear." I laughed.

"Oh, so you want to fight?" Michael said with a smile as he came closer. I immediately backed up and held out my hands, ready to defend myself.

"Don't you dare." I said with a smile.

"You said to fight you." He said with a shrug before coming at me.

I squealed as his fingers attacked my sides, my body twisting and jerking in different ways as he tickled me.

"Stop! Stop!" I yelled repeatedly between laughs, unable to stop smiling. He stopped but now hovered above me, his eyes above mine. He started to lean in and I did too as my hands searched for a pillow. I smirked when I found one, grabbing the fabric between my fingers and swinging at him.

He was distracted for a second and I took the time to get out from under him, pillow at the ready.

"No sex!" I yelled with a giggle as I hit him again. Michael quickly grabbed a pillow and stood ip, now ready to defend himself.

"You trying to fight me?" He asked. I tried for another hit but he grabbed the pillow before it made contact and ripped it from my grip.

"Oh, it's so on!" He said with a smile as he chased me around the motel room, two pillows in hand.

Our smiles radiated the opposite of our earlier emotions, happiness and excitement beaming from my every pore. Our giggles echoed through the room like children's at day care centres as he chased me, a few unimportant items being knocked off selves. But we didn't care as time ticked on to the late hours of the night. For the first time in a long time, Michael was happy, and for the first time ever, that made me happy. And while tomorrow may bring tough times and difficult situations, tonight we were young, tonight we were free.