I (Accidentally) Kidnapped 5SOS

Chapter 21: Plans and Feelings

Chapter 21: Plans and Feelings

(a/n) I'm in a dilemma, lol. I can't decide between keeping my hair short and dying it blue, keeping my hair short and dying it galaxy, or growing out my hair and dying it peacock. What do you guys think?? ^^^

P.S. Sorry for the late update, I'm lazy. :/

I didn't remember falling asleep, but I did remember waking up. My hair was damp and pasted to my face, and my entire body felt like an ice block. I straightened up and stretched, and I moaned when I felt an awful soreness course through me. I was never going camping ever again.

I realized that I was still using Michael's shoulder as a pillow, and I flinched away from him. I was so confused. Was I supposed to go back to hating him now? Did I still hate him? If I really thought about it, I wasn't so certain. Sure, he wasn't the most pleasant daisy to be around, but that could be justified. I wasn't exactly a ray of sunshine myself. And after last night, I very much doubted that I would be able to look at him the same way again. I used to think of him as a hotheaded, self-absorbed moron when in reality he was actually just a stubborn, insecure moron.

"Hey, Michael," I mumbled, shaking his arm. "You have to wake up. We accidentally fell asleep."

He grunted in response. He batted my hand away and squeezed his eyes shut tighter. Just the way he folded in on himself when he slept reminded me of Killer. I suddenly understood what "they" meant when "they" called him a kitten.

"Wake up," I groaned tiredly. "I will kick you in the cherries."

"I'll block you," Michael muttered without opening his eyes.

"You know how to block punches, not kicks. Do you seriously want to stay out here in the wet and cold?"

He sighed and stretched, finally getting up. He grimaced and rubbed his neck. "Yeah, I'm never sleeping on the ground again."

"Same," I agreed. "What time is it?"

"Do I look like a walking clock to you? How should I know?"

I rolled my eyes. "Geez, somebody woke up on the wrong side of the lawn today."

I looked up at the sky and saw that the sun was still pretty close to the ground. The sky itself was pale gray with streaks of pink and orange. It was just barely past dawn. The others probably weren't even awake yet.

I struggled to get to my feet, and Michael easily hopped up. He grabbed my arm and pulled me up, and he handed me my crutches. I nodded at him in thanks, and I winced when my aching arm muscles strained to hold the crutches right.

"Now what?" he asked.

I wasn't sure what he meant by that. Was he talking about our conversation last night, our bet, or the day ahead of us? I didn't know what to do now, but I felt like my accusations hadn't been acutely met. I still wanted to ask him about Twitter. And what about the bet? Were we still continuing that, or was it over?

"Earth to Reese!" Michael exclaimed, waving a hand in front of my face.

I blinked and pushed it away. "What? What did you say?"

"Nothing. You just stared off into space and opened your mouth like this."

He mocked me by looking at something just over my shoulder, his eyes glazed over, and his mouth gaping open the slightest bit. He looked utterly ridiculous, and I seriously doubted that I had looked like that. I rolled my eyes and shoved his shoulder, and he woke up from his trance.

"Uh, what? What did you say?" he asked dumbly.

"I didn't say anything!" I said impatiently. "What are we going to do now?"