Michael and I are cuddled up on the sofa, for once not having to hide from anybody.
"Stop being so ugly and move over." Ashton mutters, trying to sit down.
I groan, moving my legs out of the way so Ashton can sit.
"There's a whole other sofa, why sit right here?" Michael asks, slightly annoyed.
"Because this is my spot, okay?"
"Okay." Michael says, rolling his eyes.
"Babe, let's just go to my room." I mumble, quickly pressing a kiss to his jaw.
"Disgusting." Ashton mutters as we get up.
"Shut up!" I call.
"So, like, are we allowed to freely make out here now since we aren't hiding?" Michael asks as I pull him into my room.
"Obviously." I giggle as he pulls me closer.
"Hey, Grace!" Bec calls.
I groan, moving away from Michael.
Becca enters the room, and I glare at her.
"Uh, I am clearly not liked at the moment..."
"What do you want?" I ask.
"Uh, well, Michael's here, so nevermind." She replies.
"You already killed the mood, what do you want?"
"Ew, I didn't mean he's here like- just, it doesn't matter. I'll talk to you later." She says.
"I can go-"
"No, baby..." I whine, pouting at him.
Bec leaves and he sighs, "Grace, what if it was important."
"We're talking later, it's okay." I smile.
"Can we just cuddle?" He mumbles.
I smile, "I love cuddling with you."
"I love you." He smiles back.
"You're too cute." I smile, pulling him into a hug.
"Stop it." He mumbles, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
"You're just my cute little Michael." I quietly say.
"You're the little one." He replies.
"Stop it." I mumble, making him chuckle.
"Has Ashton maybe changed his mind just a little bit?" Michael asks, pulling me to sit on my bed.
I scoff, "No."
He frowns, "This sucks."
"At least we aren't hiding anymore." I weakly smile.
He smiles back, "I'm glad."
"Can I come in?" Ashton calls from outside my room.
I groan, "I guess."
"I'm sorry, but Michael, you really have to go. Bec is really upset, Grace you have to talk to her." Ashton says when he enters.
I sigh, "I'll call you later, okay, babe?"
He smiles, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
Ashton rolls his eyes and walks away.
"He'll get used to it." I chuckle.
"I love you." He whispers.
I smile, "I love you too."
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Secrets [m. clifford]
Fanfictionse·cret /sēkrit/ noun something that is kept or meant to be kept unknown or unseen by others. everybody has secrets, but only Michael and Grace have a secret big enough with the potential to ruin relationships.