catfish // mgc

☼ f o r t y - f i v e ☼

/// ok fuck all of u for commenting chonce on the last chapter so for payback i'm about to kill all of u and ur feels rip :-) ///

"Meet me in your backyard?"

"No."

"You look like an angel in disguise in this moonlight."

"You're trash."

"Take me out then."

I bit my lip and tried not to laugh at his reply. I could see his grin even from 25 feet away.

"Can I come up?"

"I don't know, can you?"

I heard Michael scoff as he made his way to a tree that was conveniently placed near my window. He eyed it and sized it up before rubbing his hands together and jumping up, grabbing onto a branch. Unfortunately, but to my amusement, he slipped off a few seconds later, collapsing on the ground. I sputtered a laugh and I heard a muffled "shut up" before he got up and began to successfully climb the tree.

"Give me your hand," he said when he was level with my window. He was only a few feet away from me now, and I could see how his bright green eyes were dancing with excitement. I held my hand out and he grabbed it, and I pulled him through the window and into my room. He stood in front of me, staring down at me while his breathing was rigid and heavy.

"Hi," he whispered.

"Did you really just do that?" I asked in a low voice.

"No," he replied sarcastically, crossing his arms over his chest. I shoved him and he laughed, and I nearly melted at his feet. God I missed his laugh.

"You could have just walked through the front door," I told him, rolling my eyes.

"Where's the fun in that?" He chuckled.

Suddenly he grabbed me and I was wrapped up in his arms, his scent, his everything. His arms were around me in an instant and it shocked me at first cause I wasn't expecting it, but soon I wrapped my arms around his waist and buried my face in his chest while his face was in the crook of my neck. I missed this, I missed this so much.

We stayed like that for a while before I pulled away.

"I'm sorry," I told him.

"Why?" He asked, and I knew he wasn't asking why I was sorry. He was asking why I did it. (ok a/n would that be technically the same thing??? Idek man)

"I was mad," I said, staring at his chest. "I was mad cause I wanted to spend time with you but you wanted to play FIFA with the boys."

"So you decided to lock yourself in my room instead of just talking to me about it?" He said, his eyebrows knitting together. I scoffed and pushed myself away from him and walked away.

"It's not that easy for me," I grumbled, my back towards him.

"What's so hard about saying 'hey can you spend time with me'?"

"You don't understand," I said sheepishly. I didn't want to argue.

"Then help me understand!" I heard him take a few steps towards me, but he halted. I spun around.

"It's just hard, okay?" I said loudly, then sighed and lowered my voice so I wouldn't wake up my mom. "I don't know how to explain it. I guess I just felt like I shouldn't have to tell you that I want to spend time with you. I don't know, I told you before I'm screwed up."

"You're not screwed up, Mae," Michael snapped, annoyance lacing his voice. "Stop letting yourself believe that."

"I am!" I retorted, throwing my hands up.