Sweater Paws {michael clifford}{completed}

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{yes that's me up top, but it's not me in the story... it's how I saw Story as except way prettier than me}

Story and Michael continued to talk about life and death as they walked to the elevator of her building. "I live in the one across the street." Michael said to her. Story just smiled at him. "Luke doesn't like to speak about death, so don't say anything about it, or any kind of cancer." She warned him as she unlocked the apartment. "Luke? I'm home!" Story yelled a bit louder as they walked in. Michael shut the door behind him, looking around at the cute apartment. It looked almost vintage, as if old people lived in here, but Michael liked it a lot. "Did you get some raspberries?" Michael heard an excited voice. Story giggled, Michael's new favorite sound to be honest, and she said, "Yes, I even got you some other food, you know other healthy stuff. And I brought you a guest."

At that moment Story turned to wink at Michael, who wasn't sure if his heart was his own anymore.