Paige's P.O.V
I woke up, and it was 12:00 A.M. I sat up fast , thinking where's Taylor?, Where's Calum?, but more importantly , where is Michael? Did he just like leave?
I would of to after what happened. I got up and quietly ran downstairs to find Michael with his face almost completely in his bowl of cereal.
" Michael." I said shaking him awake.
" what?!" , he woke up fast.
" your gonna get caught." I whispered.
" by you?" , he wiggled his eyebrows.
" my mom!" , I loudly whispered.
" then let's go." He said happy picking me up and running upstairs.
He through me on my bed.
" have you heard of spooning? Because we are going to do that , like now." , Michael commented.
" Yes ." I laughed.
I got up as he flopped onto the bed as I got up.
" we're are you going, my little spoon?" , He said sadly.
" right behind you." I said attacking him from behind.
" no I am always the big spoon.", he said with a pouty voice.
" oh well ..." , I said wrapping my arms right around him.
He started to wiggle around, " stop, Michael."
He continued, " only if I get to be big spoon." He yelled.
" don't yell!", I whispered.
He picked up his pace of wiggling.
" fine ..... Go ahead ." , I let go of him.
He started to giggle as he turned around and cuddled me. This was the best thing ever. His body heat radiating into my body, which sucked cause it was like 98 degrees outside, but it still was awesome. He rested head on the crook of my neck and pecked my skin once.
" I wanted to let you know , your the best." , Michael whispered in my ear, " and I don't wanna do anything tommorow . Will you ditch with me ?"
" No I can't I will miss school and that would be bad.", I said.
" Well , it's Monday and I don't wanna go . Please stay home with me." , he whispered.
" My mom would kill me.", I said.
" Please.", he begged once more.
" Fine, but if I get introuble its all on you!", I finally agreed.
" Okay cool!", he got up.
" Where are you going?" , I asked.
" we gotta make it look like you threw up or something.", he was excited, I could tell.
" How?"
" Follow me." , He said tip young into my bath room.
" okay so it's almost 7:00 that's when your mom gets up right?", Michael whispered.
" um yeah why.", I spoke softly.
" Its 6:55, we have 5 minutes to make it look like you threw up or something." , Michael said excitedly.
I stood there quietly as Michael worked his magic. Mixing a little bit of applesauce, mandarin oranges. He stood there holding a bottle of Worcestershire sauce. He handed me The apple-mandarin concoction in his hand.
" Chew It up a bit and spit it in the toilet." , he smiled.
" I'm concerned....", I trailed off.
" I do this all the time.", he expressed.
I took the cup out of his hand and quickly put it in my mouth, chewing as fast is I could so I could get the awful taste out of my mouth. I spit it in the toilet, making a disgusted face.
" it's not that bad." , Michael said throwing in some Worcestershire sauce into the toilet, " Now run heavily from your room to the bathroom I will be under your bed waiting!"
" I hope this works." , I said under my breath, still mind gagging at the mixture Michael had created.
