Michael and Rory rarely had arguments, even if they did, they'd be playful arguments about who was better at Mario Kart or who could chug the most beer in a minute. But this argument, this was their first big argument.
"You're so lazy and you do nothing all day!" Rory yelled, tears forming in her green irises. Michael scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest.
"I do nothing? All you fucking do is sleep, you don't even make food! You fucking order it or Luke makes it!" Michael yelled back, his face reddening as his anger grew increasing fast.
"I don't know, how the hell I fell in love with you." Michael spat but soon clamped his hands over his mouth, immedately realising what he said.
"Rory, please, I'm sorry, I was angry I didn't mean it!" Michael choked out as Rory stumbled backwards, scrambling to get away from Michael.
"Fuck you." Rory screamed as tears poured down her cheeks, leaving black smudges behind as the tears dragged her eyeliner with them.
"Rory, fuck, I'm sorry!" Michael wailed, his own tears flooding his cheeks. Rory looked at Michael, her heart breaking as the bitter words he spoke replayed in her mind.
"You know, the worst part is, I love you too." Rory sobbed as she ran past Michael and out of the apartment, leaving Michael tearing his hair out at the fact that he possibly just lost the only light in his life.
Rory sat in her car, her face ached from crying and her eyes burnt from the tears, Michael was right though, she was lazy as all hell. But then again, they both were, they both stayed up until four am playing video games with eachother, they both woke up at two pm and complained that it was too early, that's just how their relationship worked and eventhough it wasn't the ideal cliché relationship, it was their own kind of relationship.
The kind of relationship where they both enjoyed grossing out their friends by showing their affection for one another in public, the kind of relationship where they'd tackle eachother to the floor for the last slice of pizza but then end up staying on the floor because they were too damn lazy to move.
That was their relationship and for Michael and Rory, it was a rough edged kind of perfect.
Michael came out into the street, his face blochy from crying and the sleeves of his jumper pulled over his hands. He knew he messed up and he knew he had lost Rory. He didn't know she was in her car, he simply assumed she called Ashton to pick her up.
Rory watched Michael as he slumped down on the sidewalk, his head hung low as more tears filed down his cheeks one by one. She hated seeing Michael like this but she could never forget what he said to her. "I don't know how the hell I fell in love with you." Those twelve words circled around her mind, they taunted her, wrapped themselves into her brain and refused to leave.
Michael went back inside the apartment, Rory took this opportunity to climb out of her car and sit on the curb herself.
Rory's mind began to wonder back to the years that she was with Tyler, the endless tears she she'd and the bruising she took. Her small body began to tremble as her chest grew tighter. She attempted to call out for Michael but her voice got caught in her throat as she lost her breath.
Michael needed air, his heart was pounding as he went back out into the street, a small sense of hope hitting him as he saw Rory sitting on the curb.
"Princess, I'm so sorry, I wasn't thinking, I got so mad and I didn't mean to make you cry. God, I hate that I've made you cry Ana," Michael sniffed as he sat next to Rory. Rory shook her head and tugged on her hair as her chest grew tighter and tighter.
"Help," Rory gasped. Michael immediately moved to kneel In front of Rory.
"Rory, Princess, focus on my voice okay? I'm going to get you through this, I promise." Michael choked out, this wasn't the first time he had to calm Rory down from a panic attack but this was certainly the worst one so far.
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Michael and Rory laid on their bed, their gazes fixed on the ceiling above them.
"You know-" Michael started, pausing to turn his head to face Rory. "I really do love you and I hate that I made you cry and have a panic attack. " Michael sighed, his hand reached for Rory's, he intertwined their fingers as he studied her profile.
Her lips swollen from her constant chewing and biting on them, her cheeks flushed from her anger and her green eyes focused on the beige ceiling above her.
"I thought you hated me." Rory whispered, turning her head slightly so her gaze met Michaels. Michael opened his mouth to speak but his words failed him, he was well and truely speechless.
"I could never hate you," He whispered, his voice cracking ever so slightly. Rory took a shakey breath and closed her eyes, attempting to stop her tears from falling.
"I'm sorry, for everything." Rory sobbed, lifting her hand to cover her mouth. Michael shook his head and pulled Rory into his arms, holding her close to him as he pressed his lips to her forehead.
"Ana, stop, please. I should be the one apologising." Michael cried, his tears falling down his cheeks and onto Rory's freshly dyed hair.
"I thought you had given up on me." Rory hiccuped, her tears increasing rapidly. Michael unwrapped his arms from around Rory and sat up, pulling her body with his.
As they sat opposite each other, Michael cupped Rory's face in his palms and rested their foreheads together, their lips brushing across one another's.
"I love you." Michael sniffed, his tears still falling down his flushed cheeks. "And I swear to you, that I will always do my best to protect you, to cherish you, to treat you like a Princess. You know why?" Michael mumbled, grazing the pads of his thumbs over Rory's pink cheeks. Rory shook her head.
"Because I love you, Rory Nirvana Watts. I fucking love you, I love when I wake up at three am because you've stolen all the covers, I love when you stand in the kitchen in nothing but your underwear and my old band shirts. I love waking up to you every morning, seeing you pout when Luke steals your pancakes. I love you."
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They couple stayed in bed for the rest of the night, their conversations were filled with complete nonsense but they didn't care one bit, they had each other and that's all that mattered.
"Gordon, you know you love me," Rory smiled as Michael placed a small kiss on the tip of her nose. The black haired boy let out a laugh and rolled his eyes.
"Get your own food." Michael laughed as Rory pouted her lips. She groaned and looked out towards the window, she slowly stood up and walked towards it. She undone the latch and climbed through the window, climbing over onto the small balcony.
Michael knew what Rory was doing so he grabbed a blanket and climbed out the window behind her.
When Michael reached Rory, he sat himself down on a chair and pulled her down onto his lap and spread the blanket over their two bodies.
"I could sit here forever, just staring at the stars, with you next to me. It's my idea of perfection." Rory spoke softly, her eyes fluttering closed as sleep slowly took over her body.
But before it fully took over she pressed a soft kiss to Michaels cheek, "Thank you for saving me." She whispered as her body gave in to sleep. Michael looked down to his sleeping girlfriend and smiled. "My pleasure Ana, my pleasure."
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well then
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