Girl Online ⎯ m.c [DISCONTINUED]

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Waking up the next morning was one of the most bittersweet moments I've ever had to experience. Michael's arms were wrapped around me, keeping me there until he woke up. Not that I was complaining, though. He was so warm and cuddly that I almost didn't want to leave. Almost. 

I turned around in his arms so that I was facing him. His mouth was just a little bit open, deep breaths coming out of it. I gently pushed some of his hair out of his face so that I could admire his sleeping face better.

I lightly traced the features of his face, starting with his cheek, down to his jaw, his chin, and then over his lips. Jesus, his lips. I just stared at them and wondered when we would kiss. Sure, the pecks on the cheek and stuff were nice, but I wanted an actual kiss. If a light peck on my nose could take my breath away, I could only imagine what would happen once our lips touched for the first time.

My fingers moved back to his cheek where my palm rested. I was about to close my eyes again and go back to sleep, but my eyes stayed open at the sound of his voice.

"Morning, creep," he sleepily smiled, his eyes closed and his voice rough from sleep. His voice. That was definitely something I would miss more than I should.

I didn't even care that he caught me staring at him, so I smiled, "Morning bub."

"M'gonna miss that," he sighed, pulling me close to him so that his stubble scratched my neck a little, but I didn't care. His cheeks were squished in between my shoulder and neck, like he couldn't get close enough.

"M'gonna miss you," he clarified. 

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, my left hand moving to his hair so that I could rake my fingers through it. I was tempted to suggest that we just stayed home, because I knew that at the end of the day, he would have to fly out to Australia. But then I realized that staying at home wouldn't do any good, since the day would drag on forever.

"The day hasn't even started and I already don't want it to be over," I mumbled, inhaling his scent.

"Same here. But disney's pretty fuckin' cool, so let's get ready and go now."

"How punk rock of you."

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"Holy fuck, I'm so excited," Michael nearly squealed as we waited in line to get into the park. He was bouncing on the balls of his feet and he had a huge smile on his face. A mother in another line glared over at us.

"There's kids around. Try not to swear," I told him with a light-hearted voice just so he knew that I wasn't mad.

"Sorry, sorry. I'm just so fu- uh, I mean, freakin' excited," he recovered and gave himself a solid nod, which made me snort at him.

When we got up to the gate, Michael and I handed our passes to the lady. She scanned them and gave them back to us, and I thought Michael's mouth was going to fall off of his face from him smiling so much.

As we walked into the actual park, we both realized how many people came. Michael's hand not so subtly slid into mine, and I couldn't help but smile. 

This day could go either of two ways. Either we could go the whole day without being noticed and go on rides and be cute like normal people, or one of these many people could tweet that Michael Clifford is at Disney World. Then people would flood here and we wouldn't be able to do anything peacefully. That would also mean that the fans would find my social media. The only way I was okay with that would be if Michael leaked it himself.

My wandering mind was set back on track when Michael tugged me toward a teacup ride, because he wanted to start out slow and then work our way to the intense rides. His words, not mine.