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He's Angry at You (Michael) Part 3

Michael is a babe

Michael-

You walked inside you house, looking for Michael. He wasn't in the kitchen, or in the living room. You finally found him in the game room, he was sitting on the floor with a controller in his hand and a beer sitting next to him.

"Michael?" You asked, trying to get his attention.

"Don't worry. I'll sleep in the guest room tonight so I won't be too clingy," Michael responded before taking a swig of his beer. He never looked away from the screen.

"Michael, no. I'm sorry about what I said. Please don't sleep in the guest room," You pleaded. Michael paused his game and looked up at you. You could tell he was very pissed from the look he sent you.

"What? The guest room too close? Fine I'll sleep in here. Better yet how about I just go sleep in a hotel tonight? Is that being too clingy still?" Michael snapped at you, throwing his controller on the ground as he stood up.

"Michael, stop! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to call you clingy. You're not clingy. You just care about me, I'm sorry I was upset! I didn't mean to say it, it just came up. Please don't go to a hotel, please sleep in our room. I love you, Michael. Please," you pleaded, your eyes pooling with tears. You knew you screwed up, bad.

"Apologies don't fix anything, you're not a toddler who got put in timeout. You're a grown adult and you need to fix this. I'm extremely pissed at you. You knew how I felt about that word. You knew I was just trying to look out for you. I wanted to spend time with you today, but then you leave to hang out with your friend and then don't answer my texts. That made me worried. Then you call me clingy. Well I'm sorry I care about you. I'm sorry I love you."

"What am I supposed to do, Michael? How am I supposed to fix this?" You ask.

"I don't know, (y/n). Just, I'm going to take shower," Michael turned off his game before walking past you and walking upstairs. Sighing you went into the kitchen and leaned against the counter. You decided to make Michael a late lunch, maybe that's a start.

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Michael came downstairs just as you finished. You looked up at him, he was standing in the doorframe, curiously looking at you.

"I-I made all your favorites, I know it's a start. I'm trying to make it up to you," You looked down at the floor.

"Babe," Michael stood in front of you. "I do forgive you, I forgave you earlier. I was just so mad at you, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you. I know you're very sorry. I didn't mean to make you slave away cooking this for me."

"I wanted to, please don't apologize. You had every right to be mad at me."

"I love you," Michael smiled, pulling you into an embrace.

"I love you too," you smiled. "You hungry?"

"Very."