living or existing | mgc

twenty

Michael's POV.

I groaned as I awoke. My vision adjusted to the now sun-lit room, my feet stretching from sleep and my tongue running over my chapped lips, my body wanting nothing more than to stay in bed all day.

I am most definitely not a morning person.

It suddenly came to my realisation that I wasn't in my own bedroom, and this made me sit up suddenly, my heart plummeting to my stomach, but soon relaxing as I realised that I was in Darby's room.

I looked beside me, to where she slept last night on the other side of the bed, and she wasn't there. She must've gotten up earlier and let me sleep, or gotten up after our intimate-music-listening session we shared and slept somewhere else. I blushed to myself as I remembered. The way her legs laced perfectly with mine, the way her chest heaved with breaths at the same pace as my own. The way her hand nested against me, the way the words of the songs we listened to felt as if they were written for us.

It was definitely a memory I'd like to hold onto forever, whether it meant something to her or not.

Yawning again, I got up, Darby's sheets making a scrunched-up pile of blankets on the foot of her bed. I flattened it out nicely and tried to make it look presentable for her when she came back. ((((AW))))

I quickly threw on my clothes, before tossing my hair around in the mirror for a bit, trying to find a nice look, before sighing and just combing it back into my usual.

'You don't need to change.'

I nodded to my reflection in satisfaction, grabbed my phone, then left the room and headed to the kitchen, where I prayed the rest of my friends would be.

Luke and Darby were. They were making pancakes, still both in their pyjamas, and they were laughing about something when Darby's eye caught mine.

Muffling her giggles, she waved to me, leaning her arm on the bench. "Good morning Mikey."

I yawned and smiled at the pair.

Luke was still laughing as he flipped the pancake batter that was cooking in the pan, and Darby rolled her eyes at him, giggling slightly before turning back to me, a smile on her face. "How'd you sleep?"

"Amazingly," I looked at my feet, not trying hard enough to hide the blush that crept onto my cheeks.

"That's good," she spoke. "Would you like some pancakes?"

"I would love some."

I waited patiently as she stacked a few on a blue plate, before drizzling some maple syrup over them and adding two strawberries on the side.

I thanked her and sat down on one of the kitchen stools. Luke handed me a knife and fork.

As I cut my first bite, Calum entered the kitchen. It was almost as if he glared and smiled at me at the same time, and I wanted nothing more than to ask him what his problem was, but obviously, I was too shy.

"Good morning Cal," Luke playfully nudged his shoulder as he laughed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"Hey."

He nodded and smiled at me, and I relaxed.

I felt my phone start to vibrate against my leg through my pocket, and I ignored it at first, wanting nothing more than whoever was calling me to stop. I was with my friends and I didn't want any interruptions.

The buzzing didn't stop, though. I sighed and stood up from the kitchen counter, taking my phone from my pocket and checking the name of the caller.