Chapter 12

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Michael and I walked in his room. He rummaged through his clothes asking me what I wanted.

"Are boxers comfortable?" I randomly asked. Michael looked up and nodded. "Can I wear a pair of your boxers to bed?"

He laughed. "Sure thing babe." He pulled out a shirt, and a pair of his boxers for me and handed them to me. I walked to his bathroom and changed. I didn’t feel like taking a shower tonight, and plus I took one this morning. I went to grab the shirt I put down and screamed. Michael came flying in and I screamed again. I was only in my bra and underwear. “What?!” Michael asked covering his eyes real quick.

“KILL THE FUCKING SPIDER! UNCOVER YOUR DAMN EYES AND KILL IT!” I yelled curling into a ball on the floor. I am seriously scared of spiders, I tell people I’m not but I am.

Michael’s hands left his eyes and he looked down at me and smirked before killing the spider. “That was the smallest spider I have ever laid my eyes on.” He stated throwing it away in the trash bin.

“I-Is it dead?” I shuddered standing up.

“Yeah.” He nodded looking at me. I blushed and shoved him out of the bathroom. His laugh filled my ears.

“Fucking dick.” I mumbled putting his clothes on. Once I was done I walked out of the bathroom and jumped on Michael, who was laying on his bed. “Your such a perv.” I whispered in his ear. He shivered and laughed as he flipped underneath me so I was now straddling him and he was facing me.

“You still looked hot.” He winked. I felt heart raise to my cheeks. I quickly covered my face with my hands, but Michael grabbed my hands and pulled them away. He was smiling cheekily and I was biting my lip. “Someone embarrassed?” I groaned.

“You piss me off sometimes, do you know that?” I answered his question with another question.

“You can’t do that.”

“Do what?” I asked innocently.

“Answer a question with another question.”

I grinned trying to pull my hands away from his but failing. His fingers intertwined with mine, making a tingling sensation run throughout my body.

I bit my lip and looked away. I hated this feeling I had for him. He’s my best friend. Only my best friend. He wouldn’t like me anyways. No stop this Eva, you don’t like him. Y-

“Eva you okay?” Michael caressed my cheek snapping me out of my thoughts. I looked back at him, giving him a questioning look. “You zoned out..”

I bit my lip and felt him tense underneath me. I gave him a questioning look again and he closed his eyes. “Stop biting your lip Eva.”

“What why?” I looked at him like he had 6 heads, which right now I wouldn’t be to surprised.

He opened his eyes and quickly flipped us so he was now straddling me. I was shocked and clearly he could see that because he smirked. “It’s a fucking turn on.”

I laughed. I didn’t know what else to do, I was turning him on. He sighed resting his head in the crook of my neck.

I rubbed his head messing his hair up.  That’s something he aloud me to mess up, but if someone else were to do it he’d bite their heads off for it. Michael had a greenish blue patch in his black hair, and I loved that. I thought it was absolutely cool. “Michael should I dip dye my hair?” His head shot up giving me a questioning look. “Like dye the tips of my hair another color….”

“What color?” He asked rolling off of me and laying down beside me.

“Green or blue, I’m not sure yet. But I wanted to dye my hair another color too.”

“What color?” He questioned me again.

I giggled. “I was thinking black.” He nodded as if he was approving. “And I wanted to get my lip pierced.”

He looked at me in shock. “Why your lip, why not your belly button or something?”

I grinned and pulled my shirt up slightly. “I already got it done, see.”

His eyes widened slightly, “How could I not see that when I saw you almost naked earlier?”

“SHUT UP.” I squeaked veering my ears up. He laughed shoving his head in the crook of my neck and wrapping his arms around my body.

“Goodnight Ev’s.” He whispered sending shivers down my body.

“Night Cliff.”

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