Naive || Michael Clifford

nine

Have you ever had hot chocolate on a really cold winter night, right after you've just came back inside from a walk and you sat in front of the fire place with it? With lots of whipped cream, maybe even some miniature marshmallows inside with chocolate sprinkles or cocoa sprinkled on top? That's what his voice sounded like. Creamy, warm and it made her feel all warm inside. Sure, she's heard his voice before on interviews and in songs but hearing it from the phone where he was directly talking to her, it sounded a dozen times better. She wasn't exactly sure how to react, she was still freaking out; why did she call him again? She knew that breathing creepily wasn't the best thing to do at times like this but she honestly couldn't do or say anything right now. Did his voice really have that effect on her? Will she ever get used to it? Remember not to compliment his legs again.

"Rea, babe?"

Okay, was he trying to kill her? She had to say something quick, she jumped head first into this, she better learn how to freaking swim.

"Hi," she breathed out, voice timid. She was literally dying right now.

"You're... Your voice," he spoke quietly, almost a whisper and Rea closed her eyes; was she actually sweating because of this, what the hell? He probably thought she sounded like a man, or something. She only woke up a few minutes prior to this and hasn't spoken a word since up until now, her voice was probably raspier than freaking sand paper. He probably hates her voice, oh my god, she has to hang up or something. "Michael, I can't­-"

"Say it again," he cut her off and she could almost hear the smile that she imagined was playing on his lips.

She also imagined him lying on the hotel bed, wrapped up in blankets and she almost cooed out loud. "Say what?"

"My name, please, I need to hear you say it again," he breathed out and a smile stretched on her lips as she started to calm down. Maybe this wasn't that hard, after all. How stupid was she for even thinking this would be hard, look at her, conversing with her favourite band member like a pro.

"Michael..." she dragged it out, almost making her sound like she was moaning it –unintentionally, really­ as she heard him move on the other side, the sound of bed covers rustling around. He actually was on the bed.

"Fuck," he murmured making her blush. He sounded flustered and she couldn't help but to feel accomplished, she made him feel like that. Her, with the tomato sauce stained shirt and third day hair and bad morning breath. This could actually be easier than she actually thought. And also really fun. "Can we just talk forever please? Your voice has to be the best thing I've ever heard," he said and Rea actually freaking giggled, what the hell was happening to her right now?

"We can, your voice sounds way better live that it does through the laptop speakers," she nodded and he chuckled before a silence wrapped around them, making Rea feel uncomfortable. Awkward silence, you're back again, friend. Rea hated awkward silences, they were literally the worst. She wanted to say something but she didn't know what –stay away from leg compliments­ so she desperately hoped he'll spill something out. It can honestly be anything she wouldn't even mind talking about penguins or something like that.

"Say something," he said down the phone and Rea shivered, why the hell did she find his voice so attractive? Was that weird? She hoped it wasn't.