"BAAAABE, I'M HOOME." Michael yells out as he walks through the door.
"Aaahh finally, I missed you." I say as I nearly attack him. We both fall to the ground, laughing. I kiss him all over his face, lingering on his lips.
"Holy shit, you got a new piercing." I said, inspecting his septum. "Fuck babe, it looks great on you. Now we're twins." I say grinning
"It was your cousin's idea. They texted me and I just thought, hey, what the fuck? Im glad you like it." Michael smiled down at me. We got up off the floor and walk into the kitchen. He throws his keys and phone onto the table.
"I made you dinner. Like a real dinner this time." I beamed
"Holy shit, real food" Michael stared at the chicken and pasta dish that I made. "all I've had to eat on tour was Doritos and donuts, I mean.. don't get me wrong, I love donuts but man this looks awesome. Thanks babe." He kissed me and I giggle, sitting down in the chair next to his.
We both eat our fill of the dinner, with a few beers and I have a smoke. Then it was off to bed, seeing as how we ate dinner at 11pm.
I'm in the bathroom washing my face, wearing his American flag tank top, grey shorts and halloween socks when Michael comes in and grabs my sides, scaring the absolute shit out of me.
"FUCK MIKE. GOD DAMN IT. I HATE THAT SO MUCH." I yell at him. He just chuckles as he hops in the shower. I hatch a revenge plan.
A couple minutes into his shower I go out into the kitchen and grab a big cup and fill it with cold water and top it off with a few ice cubes. I sneak back into the bathroom and dump the glass of ice cold water on top of him
"AH FUCK OH SHI- FUCK AH IT'S SO COLD WHAT THE FU- AH" I almost fall over laughing. He shuts off the water and opens the shower curtain. A very wet, very angry Michael Clifford is glaring at me.
"Oh shi-"
"NOT TODAY SWEET CHEEKS" He grabs me and pulls me into the shower and turns it on.
"MICHAEL NO. MY CLOTHES.." I struggle to get away.
"I'm kiiiidding, I'm kidding." He shuts off the water. "That was a good one, I'm gonna get you back for it."
He slips on a pair of boxers and shakes his head to dry out his hair.
"Come on, let's go to bed." I grab his hand and lead him to the bedroom.
