Crybaby

5

Charlottes pov
I woke up looking out the front window of michaels house. It's still dark out.
I reached down to grab my phone that was charging with the help of michaels phone charger and sighed as I read the time. 4 fucking am.
Ashton: why did you leave me at the party
I let out another groan as I read his text in my head.
I left because you were being a fucking douche lord
There's no way I'm going to be able to get back to sleep. Maybe it's because I'm sleeping on a cold leather couch, my unfamiliar surroundings and the fact that I'm still a bit high which makes me paranoid.
I clutched onto the top I wore which was one of michaels that he let me borrow.
It smelled nice and I spent a moment just clutching the thin fabric in my fingers, taking in the scent of him. A mix of Detergent and cologne.
I sat for what seemed like hours (when it Infact was only 10 minutes) and I decided to go raid michaels kitchen.
This is so weird, I'm raiding someone's kitchen who I barely have known for a week.
I smirked to myself, opening drawers finding nothing but a jar of Vegemite. Damn this kid needs to get his grocery situation sorted.
I opened the fridge, jackpot
I made my way down the hall to the bathroom with a piece of cold pizza in one hand, and my phone in the other, that's when I saw the light coming out from under michaels door.
Either he sleeps with his light on or he's still awake. My guess is the latter, since Michael seems like a dark kinda guy.
I softly two on the door, mid-bite Into my pizza, forgetting my urge to pee.
"Mum it's okay, it was just a nightmare" his soft voice rang in my ears and I took that as a que to slowly open the door.
"Mum I said I'm alr--oh" I looked through his room, finding him sitting on a chair near his desk with a sketchbook infront of him.
He quickly covered his tummy an scurried over to grab a shirt before I could say anything.
"I couldn't sleep" I mumbled while admiring his room.
He had a small lamp on which gave the room a nice ambiance. There were a few guitars scattered around and some posters of bands.
Clothes were neatly piled on his cupboard and his skateboard sat alone in the corner beside a pile of play station games and a ratty acoustic guitar. Music played softly from a stereo on his desk where he sat again, his sketchbook laying aimlessly on his lap.
"I like your room" I smiled slightly, sitting down on the edge of his bed.
Michael has a soft bed
"Thanks" he shrugged.
"You like U2 then?" I pointed to his stereo that was playing 'Sunday bloody Sunday'
"Yeah, Bono is pretty chill" he shrugged again, chuckling slightly.
"Ya he is" I nodded, keeping my voice just above a whisper,
"I couldn't sleep" I took another bite of the pizza, placing my other hand on my lap with my phone.
"So you stole my pizza?" He raised and eyebrow and i felt heat raise on my cheeks.
"Sorry" I widened my eyes.
Okay this kid liked his pizza now I feel bad
"Don't worry. I don't care" he shrugged again, placing his sketchbook on his desk and walking over to his bed where he curled under the sheets slightly.
I turned to face him, crossing my legs.
He let out a small yawn and I sat admiring his features. The way his bright red hair poked up in some areas and lie flat in others, the bags under his pale ocean green eyes, the way his lips curved, his uneven teeth and his cute pudgy nose.
I always thought Michael was pretty hot but when I'm looking at him now, he's just effortlessly beautiful. I don't even mean that in a weird way, he's just really nice to look at and I like his tummy that he's always self conscious of
"So you have nightmares?" I felt like a douche, bringing it up, but there was nothing else I could think of to talk about.
"Sometimes" he mumbled, clearly trying to avoid the subject.
"I get them too" I avoiddmitted sheepishly.
I hated nightmares, they would come when I least expected them and sometimes i couldn't even sleep because I was so scared.
"You do?"
"Yeah" I made my way over to his bed and plopped down on the end of it.
"You're on my foot" he whined as I quickly got up and moved a little to the side.
For some reason my heart was pounding pretty heavily.
Maybe it was the fact that I was still drunk but part of me told me that Michael was to blame.
" So you like rock music then?" I scanned his room again, looking at the green day and van halen posters that scattered his walls.
He seemed to have good taste in music.
"Yeah I do"
"I should make you a mix tape" I smiled, feeling somewhat embarassed that I even said that.
It seemed like such a cliche thing to do.
Michael was laughing softly with a stupid grin plastered on his cherub face.
"No one's ever offered to do that for me" he rubbed his eyes with one of his hands.
"But yeah I would like that, you better not have shit taste in music" he laughed again while his green eyes floated around the room awkwardly.
I probably have better taste in music fan him.
"Trust me, this mix tape will blow your mind".
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Michaels pov:

My eyes scanned the track list on the mix tape that Charlotte had made me.
She had made it up pretty quickly and I was a bit suprised she even went through with it.
She was standing in front of me with wet hair and a large black Tshirt on, biting her lip in anticipation.
No doubt she wanted to see if I approved of the list of songs she put together.
"Okay let's see what we've got here" I nodded at her, while trying to avert my gaze from her cute figure and onto the list of tunes.
"So we've got November Rain by Guns n roses - good band I approve, hot for teacher by van halen, I also approve, day is done by Nick drake? Never heard of it, nights in while satin by the moody blues, sounds hippy as fuck, purple haze by Jimi hendrix, that's a banger. Mr brightside by the killers, ooo good tune, Balled of Dwight fry by Alice cooper, haven't heard that one before.." I didn't want to read the whole track list since there was like 25 songs listed but from what I could see, they were all very good songs.
Damn she's hot and she likes rock n roll? This chick can't get any better.
"I look forward to listening to this" I chuckled awkwardly as she grinned up at me.
"They are all really good songs" she nodded cockily as she raised an eyebrow at me.
I felt my phone buzz and I pulled it out of my pocket tentitively.
Pukey lukey: come to the skatepark. Bring Charlottie the hottie
I let out a short laugh as I looked at my phone.
Luke was a fucking idiot.
Charlotte was staring at me with curiosity written all over her face and without any warning, she snagged my phone from my hand and looked at the text.
"Charlottie the hottie, that's a good one" she chuckled, handing my phone back to me as she ran off to her front porch.
"Where are you going?" I called after her, trying not to stare at her ass as her shirt flew up occasionally.
"To get my skateboard. We're going to the skatepark remember?"
Oh Great.
I can't wait to watch Luke try and hit on Charlotte.
Just great
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Haven't updated in so long lol sorry.
I just got out of a 5sos mood but I just reread this story and it's kinda funny so imma Continue it even though it doesn't have many reads.