to the moon. /m.c./

t w e n t y s i x

 I woke up and yawned, slowly slipping out of bed. Michael was fast asleep, and I didn't want to wake him. Instead, I went out to the bakery and bought us some pastries for breakfast.

Michael was awake when I got back. "How are you feeling?"

He smiled. "Hungry." I laughed and put the bag of food in front of him. "You really didn't have to do all of this for me, you know."

I sat down across from him and grabbed a muffin. "Yeah, I know, but I'm a good person. And I'm your friend, remember?"
 He laughed and then took a big bite of his food. "Very hungry," he mumbled.

"As am I apparently. I bought so much food!"

We ate for a long while and then put on some Two and a Half Men. "Did you know I was almost cast in this show?"

I turned to him in awe. "Wait, seriously?"

Michael shook his head. "Of course not. I'm not that cool."

I laughed. "I don't know, you're pretty cool."

Michael smirked. "I know I am. Did you know I play the guitar?" He began flexing his muscles, dancing around to the theme song of the show. "I also am quite the dancer."

"Michael Gordon Clifford, are you hitting on me?"

He smirked, cheeks turning pink, and said, "And what if I am?"