Naive || Michael Clifford

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"B­-5," Michael's voice came through and Rea looked down at her game, Michael's phone pressed between her ear and her shoulder as she held a bowl with cereal in her hands, Apple Jack's to be exact, as per usual.

It was getting slightly unhealthy but she didn't care.

"Miss," she said, words muffled as her mouth was full of sugary milk and cereal and Michael muttered a silent 'Damn!'. "Hmm, C­6?"

"No!" he yelled and Rea burst out into a loud 'Finally!', mouth full of cereal, sticking a red peg into the place. She found his last battleship, now she just needed to find out which direction it was going and then win the damn game that's been going on for half an hour. It was Michael's idea to play Battleship as it was Saturday and apparently he didn't have anything better to do and Rea, as per usual, was home again. She planned to watch Star Wars that night but a game of Battleship, honestly, sounded way better, especially since she'd play with Michael. So, they both set up the game on different sides of the planet, Michael apparently bought his just for this and was planning to take it everywhere with him so they could play, and played a board game through the phone. How's that for a Saturday evening, huh?

Another week has passed and Michael and her have been talking non­stop. Seriously, it was getting out of hand, her feelings were messy and all over the place; she couldn't get enough of him. Whenever he wasn't texting her, she would think about him. When Daisy was around hers, she'd talk about him, it was bad. It was really bad but she couldn't help it. Michael was... Perfect. He was so patient and nice, not to mention funny and horny, seriously, the kid had a problem, and it was all way too good to be true. She kind of second guessed it sometimes but she literally forbade herself to ever think that way about this whole thing. She wasn't going to lose him because her brain was broken. And by now, he knew everything about her. Once they started talking over the phone, she opened up about a lot of things. He knew about her anxiety, he knew about her ever­so­growing obsession with Apple Jacks, he knew she had three pair of Star Wars socks. It was like once she relaxed, she couldn't shut up.

The game came to a close quickly after that, she sunk his battleship in just a few moves, making him fake a cry. She laughed loudly, "C'mon Mikey! Give me my prize!"

"I refuse to!" he argued and she narrowed her eyes, setting the now empty bowl on the coffee table in front of her.

"Hey, don't be a dick, a deal's a deal!" she shot back, shaking her head and Michael's groan was heard from the other side, making her feel all sorts of things but she would never, ever admit that. Not to him, at least. "Ugh fine," he murmured, sounding annoyed and humiliated and Rea couldn't help but to giggle. He's going do it, oh my god! "Don't giggle."

"Sorry, sir," she replied, smirking to herself, honestly, finding out about this was the best thing ever. She could almost feel him freeze every time she said it and it was making her feel empowered but at the same time, it made her feel all sorts of different feelings as well. Especially when the conversations escalated, Michael could paint a pretty damn good picture.

"Bad girl," he almost hissed and Rea rolled her eyes, feeling accomplished.

"Just tweet the damn thing, Michael," she ordered and Michael groaned again, making her laugh. Her phone dinged a few seconds later with a Twitter notification, confirming that he actually tweeted it and she grabbed the small gadget, reading the tweet out loud.