trip switch → l.h.

f o u r

[lower-case intended]

four

laura

"lucas!" I yelled in excitement as I entered our house

he ran out of his room looking flustered, his face was red and his hair was messily strewn across his forehead

"laura? why are you home I thought you had work" he asked in a panic and I raised a eyebrow at him, but I brushed it off and grinned

"nope! today's my day off and our Christmas break has officially started!" I gushed out, smiling brightly at him

he nodded and breathily muttered "oh" 

I smiled in amusement at his obvious uncomfortable state

"you okay?" I grinned and he nodded quickly "me? yeah, o-of course, I'm good!" he stuttered nervously scratching the back of his head with a uneasy look on his face 

I nodded slowly "oookay, if you say so" I said, dragging out the first word, and as I turned to take off my coat I heard a voice that made me cringe

"come back to bed babe"

I was mentally throwing up as I tried to gain back my posture. making sure to plaster on a very large, very fake smile on my face I turned on my heels to see the queen of bitches herself, only wearing one of luke's oversized shirts, stood beth, hugging the door frame of luke's room

luke, at this point was completely red, looking at me with a mortified expression, beth soon noticed me standing there and her expression changed to one of disgust and I rolled my eyes, biting my tongue to refrain from saying the string of very colorful words that I was screaming at her in my mind   

"hey beth" I said her name as through it was poison dripping from my tongue

"laura" she spat at me and I smiled smugly at her "always such a pleasure to see you"  I smiled, my voice laced with sarcasm and she rolled her eyes before letting them land on luke again, I almost gagged at the way she stared at him, like she was some animal and he was her clueless prey, wait, what am I saying? she is an animal. I almost laughed at my thoughts as she seemingly dragged him back into his room, only after she mouthed "bitch" to me, of course I volleyed with "whore"

I shuddered to myself as images of what must be happening in that room filled my head. I grabbed myself something to eat and sat on the couch, with netflix open on my laptop in front of me, I smiled to myself contently for making such a comfortable nest. I decided I should watch american horror story, but only with headphones, I didn't want to take my chances with any noises that might come from that room.

I had fallen asleep on the couch watching american horror story when a cold hand clamped onto my mouth, my first instinct was not to scream, but to beat my attacker. I kicked my legs and began flaying my arms, I hit them several times, my arms making a solid connection with the person. when my arms eventually became tired I resorted to my last option, as unappealing as it was to me, I had to do it.

I licked the persons palm that was clamped onto my mouth, and to my surprise it tasted like barbecue sauce, so I kept doing it

my attacker let out a girly scream and let me go, I sat up on the couch and got into my attack pose, crouching like a ninja

the person was rolling around on the floor holding their hand away from them with their other hand

"Michael?!" I said, my voice filled with exasperation, my hands dropped down to my sides and I got down onto the floor

"you licked my hand!" michael yelled at me and I shook my head saying his name a second time, an octave higher than before

"shut up!" he said in a hushed tone, putting one finger to my lips "I need a place to hide" he stated and I raised an eyebrow at him, before realizing I really didn't have anything better to do as luke was probably still going at it with beth just down the hall. "okay, but you owe me and the only reason I'm doing this is because luke and beth are going at it like animals in that room" I said to him, pointing vaguely down the hall and he nodded, looking thankful, before my words dawned on him and he bit his lip, trying to hold in laughter "seriously" he giggled and I sighed, nodding at him

I took him to the laundry room and he shook his head, "I need a really, really good hiding place" he sated and I huffed, then nodded as a spot I had found while cleaning the house before

"okay, come on" I said, pulling his hand in mine and he muttered a thank you

as we entered the small crawl space that I had found in a storage room michael shuddered and gripped my body closer to his "lau I'm scared this is creepy" I shook my head, rolling my eyes and ignoring the slight chills I got from this place aswell, I had never actually been in it, only looked inside. I turned to him, shining the bright flashlight in his face "what did you even do that ended you up here" I said quizzically and he huffed "I ate all of calum's food and he's sort of out on a mad rampage to kill me" he sighed and I stifled a laugh because of how serious he looked. "okay whatever, we should be fine in here, I'm the only one who knows about it" I said, slightly proud and slightly worried.

michael looked around the small space and he frowned "what even is this place?" we were rather tight on space and our close proximity gave me chills, I had never admitted it to luke or calum but I had always had a soft spot for michael, although it seemed the same with luke. I realized he was staring at me expectingly and I shook my head "I don't really know, I found it when we moved in" I breathed out and he nodded

we sat in silence for what felt like some time, I looked up to him but only to find his eyes already on me, the intense green seemed to be captivating me and I couldn't look away, not that I really wanted to. it seemed that we understood each other with our eyes, I broke his gaze as he started laughing, seeming to sense how tense the small space had gotten. I smiled at him and found it amazing how his laugh could lighten any situation. he cocked an eyebrow at me and smirked, that stupid, infatuating smirk that I couldn't get over.

"please, don't stare at the art work" he said, his voice dripping with amusement, I rolled my eyes, adverting them down, finding my black fuzzy socks much more interesting. we ending up trying to move around in the small space to get more comfortable, but in the process michael hit his head on the ceiling and literally fell right on top of me, as if it couldn't get anymore cliche, but then again being in a tiny crawl space with a guy that you might have slight feeling for isn't all that cliche.

my mind snapped back to the moment and my breath hitched in my throat as I noticed the small proximity between us, michael was looking down into my eyes and his eyes darted to my lips, then back to my eyes and to my lips once more. I couldn't help but notice how much his red lips looks so soft.. and kissable.

my heart fluttered ever so lightly when he put a hand on my cheek, I looked from his lips back up to piercing eyes. my heart was beating at what felt like a supersonic rate and adrenaline pumped through my veins, swallowing me up whole. michael began to lean closer to me, closing the space between us, he stopped when his lips were just centimeters from mine, hovering over mine. I lifted my hand up to his hair, and ran it to the back of his head, pulling his face down to meet mine. his lips connected with mine and I felt a rush of electricity run through me. I deepened the kiss with passion, and he tightened his grip on me, pulling my body to his, closing any gap of space between us that remained

a surge of guilt shot through me, for I was thinking of luke. then I remembered who he was with at this very moment and I felt the guilt leave me.

I kissed micheal with everything I had, and when we broke the kiss, coming up for air we both were at a loss for words, breathlessly staring into each others eyes. "wow" he said, warm breath tickling my neck. all I could do was nod and say "wow."

I jumped when I heard a voice yelling our names, and michael hit his head a second time, I laughed lightly at him and bit my lip, I just made out with michael. shit.