Queen of New York

Stolen Kisses

Michael's POV
He's asking the question
Whether he's messing around or he's serious.

I was bored and alone, so I decided to Tweet that I was bored and alone. All of my friends were busy doing life things, so I sat in my apartment, listening to music, thinking about anything and everything, letting my thoughts wander.

Then a knock came at the door.

"What!" I yelled, too annoyed with the world to bother being polite.

"It's Quinn. I wanna talk to you."

Why the heck does Quinn want to talk to me? I thought.

"Whatever." I sighed.

I heard the door click open. I felt a presence next to me on the couch.

"Michael." Quinn greeted.

"Quinn." I replied flatly. I didn't even bother looking at her.

"Michael, I've noticed you've been very down in the dumps since Julie left." She started.

"Sure." I grumbled.

"Now, I know that you probably hate me for viable reasons, but I just want you to know that I'm here to help you. In the end, we're all just a bunch of kids on the internet filming ourselves doing things for people on the Internet. So, if you ever need anything at all, I'm here to help." Quinn attempted to put an arm around me. I scooted away from her.

"Why would I ever want your help?" I snapped, glaring at her.

Quinn smiled and scooted toward me, walking her fingers up my arm.

"Because, Michael, we both have something in common when you think about it." I glanced down at her fingers, which were now resting on my bicep.

"What would that be?" I asked her.

Quinn leaned closer to me. "We both had someone leave us, Michael. We were both left for dead while our companions went off to get even more famous. We were nothing to them." She whispered in my ear.

"That's ridiculous, Quinn." I quickly replied. "Julie still loves me. We aren't broken up."

Quinn tsked and shook her head. "That's exactly the problem, Michael. She didn't love you. Not at all. She was using all of us for fame and publicity. Think about it, when did she ever actually just wanted to hang out without some big even happening prior to the offer. She wanted to hang out with you whenever something dramatic happened. You were always there to be super boyfriend to the rescue when something went wrong. You were just an item. A prop. She didn't actually love you."

The more I thought about it, the more it made sense. I was always wanted after a dramatic scene happened. Any other time, she never reached out to me. I always had to go to her.

My idea of Julie not actually loving me was starting to make a lot of sense.

Quinn smiled at me, noticing my realization.

"You know, Michael, I would never use you for publicity. I'd actually want to hang out with you. Without drama beforehand."

I glanced up at Quinn nervously. She was so close to me she was almost on top of me.

"Really?" I asked her.

"Of course." She smirked.

I just stared at her, confused.

Was I really considering this? Am I just hopelessly bored? Or is this actually happening?

Quinn leaned into me, resting one hand on my leg, and the other on my chest.

Then, our lips touched.

Sirens went off in my head.

Michael Gordon Clifford, what the actual heck are you doing? A part of me screamed internally.

You know, this isn't that bad. You could get used to this. Another part said, louder than the good side of me.

I wrapped my arms around Quinn, pulling her closer to me and kissing her back.

Michael, you are dating Julie!?!?!??!!

Julie doesn't love you. She never has, and she never will. She probably has some other guy in New York that she's out with right this second.

Quinn suddenly released, and got up from the couch.

"Oh no, Mr. Clifford, it looks like I must go." She smirked, before turning and leaving.

You know what, I think I enjoyed that.

A/N: *prepares for everyone to hate me*