"What the hell are you doing, Michael?"
"I'm seducing you. Is it working?"
He licks his lips and wiggled his eyebrows at me and I fake vomit.
"Please stop, I feel like you are undressing me with your eyes."
"How'd you know?"
He replies in a snarky tone, an all-too-familiar smirk on his lips. I groan and plop down on the couch next to him. Our moms shuffle around the kitchen, their laughter bouncing off the walls as usual.
"Our mom's talk a lot."
"Tell me about it."
I turn to face him, pulling my feet up to cross them under me. He does the same and we look at each other for a second, which isn't weird for us since we communicate mainly in expressions and faces. I admire my best friends features subtly. His bright green eyes stand out under his mess of colored hair and his tiny nose sits above his plump pink lips. I know good and well that he's attractive, I always have. My heart beats a little faster when he's around and I know I have a childish crush on the punk. But he's my best friend and I don't ever want to take that relationship away from us. Plus there's no way in hell he feels the same way.
I notice him taking in my facial features as well, which I'm not too thrilled about considering I'm not exactly the prettiest girl. I peel my gaze away and he does the same, seemingly catching himself staring.
I perk up and jolt my head back to him. His eyes widen at my sudden excitement.
"What?"
"Wanna come see my dress for the wedding?!"
He moans loudly, rolling his eyes as I stand up and tug at his flannel covered arm. Michael's feet hit the floor and he trudges after me up the stairs.
"I'm not on of your girlfriends, you know."
"Then why do you game like one."
I respond subconsciously, too familiar with our sarcastic exchanges.
"Good one."
He replies in the same tone as he plops down on my grey bedspread.
"Thanks, I try. Okay close your eyes."
He huffs and grabs my pillow to cover his face.
"Is this really necessary, assmunch?"
I hear his muffled complaints in my room while I grab my dress and being to strip off my clothes in the bathroom. I chuckle at the nickname and call back.
"Yes, ballsack, I'm not wearing clothes."
He laughs and answers; I can practically hear his smirk in his voice.
"I've seen you naked before."
"When we were five."
"Still counts-"
I yank the door to cover up my half-exposed body, knowing Michael slipped the pillow off his face. My head peaks around the wood to see I was right, he is grinning at me with the pillow in his lap.
"Please cooperate Mikey, Jesus."
He reluctantly obeys and I continue dressing into my light blue bridesmaids dress I am wearing for my sister's wedding. I step off of the tile onto the carpet of my room again.
"How long does it take you-"
"You can look now."
"Finally"
He pulls the pillow from his face and his eyes land on me, growing wider than I've ever seen them. I do a little twirl, lifting the dress on the side as I spin. He doesn't say anything for a few seconds and his expression displays a look I've never seen on him before.
I watch him, a little confused.
"So...what do you think?"
His jaw tightens for a split second before he parts his lips. No words leave them though.
"Michael?"
I bend down in front of his face, waving my hand and teasing him.
"Earth to dickhead, you there?"
His gaze adjusts to mines only inches away. I narrow my eyebrows waiting for a response. He swallows and licks his lips quickly, awakening from his strange trance.
"Looks, uh-looks good."
I nod, turning to examine myself in my full body mirror.
"Really? I think so too, I mean it could be a little more flattering on my hips but-"
"You're so beautiful."
My heart jumps into my throat as I hear that small phrase leave him. I spin around to face him. His lips curl into a soft smile as I stare at him, wondering if I really just heard those words.
"What?"
I ask in a small voice, becoming even more self conscious by the second. He shrugs and smiles even wider.
"You are just really pretty."
I sit beside him on my bed, not taking my eyes off of his.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
He giggles. I stare harder.
"Who are you?"
His shoulders slump into a shrug again.
"I'm a guy, I can't help it. Just because you're my best friend doesn't mean I'm blind."
I feel my cheeks color and I glance away, standing up and already undoing the zipper, trying to get back into my sweatshirt as soon as possible. In the awkward process, I stifle an answer.
"I don't know about that."
He rolls his eyes, pulling my hand so that I sit beside him on my bed.
"I'm serious. You're reallyyy pretty."
My face burns from his compliment, not knowing how to take it. I hate his confidence sometimes and it's hard to play it off. My ridiculous crush on him is getting the best of me at the moment.
"Stop it, Mikey. You don't think that."
I brush him off, but he doesn't let go of me. Instead, he scoots in closer, our faces only inches apart.
"If I didn't think that, would I do this?"
I watch him lean into me, joining our lips with a smirk. A warmth spreads over me in waves and his mouth is softer than I ever imagined. My eyes widen in shock and I break away, unable to react. He suddenly grows extremely nervous. He chuckles in embarrassment, trying to stand up.
"Sorry. Sorry I didn't- I mean I've just kinda liked you for a while and I didn't- I'm sorry I'll go."
I roll my eyes, a sudden rush of excitement exploding in me, and place my hands on either of his cheeks, pressing my lips to his again. He kisses me instantly and slides a hand on my lower back. I've wanted to kiss his stupid mouth for so long and it feels so good. I am reluctant to pull back, but I want to hear what he has to say.
"Weshoulddate."
He slurs the moment my mouth leaves his. I nod in agreement with a huge grin and he pulls me on to his lap, connecting our lips again without a second thought.
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a/n: goals goals goalsdisoakenjf holy shit
~ab
