"You heard I spit." || 0.8

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dedicated to babyboyIuke because your comments always make me smile

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Michael woke up in a pool of his own sweat, his hair dye running down his face. The digital clock on his bedside cabinet told him that it was 3:07 AM. He groaned and stretched his arms out to Luna's side of his bed, a sigh of relief leaving him when his hand was pressed against her back.

Her little snores and random bursts of words filled the room. He sat up and turned the bed side lamp on, rubbing his eyes and yawning. Michael just lifted the blanket up, grabbed his phone and walked out to the balcony that was attached to his room.

He pulled a maroon sweater over his small body, falling down to his mid thigh, covering his cotton shirts and ghosting his knee socks. As he leaned against the railing, he listened to the trees swaying in the wind, whispering secrets to one another. He mindlessly played with index ring, his eyes travelling up to the navy blue sky, taking in all the stars and naming the constellations. Michael wished he could stop waking up shivering and sweaty, in fear that Luna wouldn't be by his side.

"Mimi?" A loud cry caught his attention, he spun around quickly and made his way back into his room. Luna was sat up, rubbing her wet eyes with a pout on her face. The hood of her pikachu onesie falling in her face, making her whimper and cry out for Michael again.

"It's okay baby, I'm here." Michael fell to his knees in front of her and scooped her into his chest, wrapping his arms around her and rocking them both gently. He held her close, her legs and arms wrapping around him, cloning to him like a koala.

"I-I had a bad dweam Mimi. It was scary," Luma whimpered and hid her face in the crook of his neck.

"What was your dream about Lu? C'mon baby, you can tell me." Michael turned his head and kissed her temple.

"Y-you won't get mad will you?" She pulled her good down so she could look at him. 

"Of course I won't, when do I ever get mad at you, hmm?" Michael hummed.

"I painted on your bedwoom walls and it wasn't a pwetty colour, it was a mean colour." She pulled away from Michael and placed her hands on his face, "I-i didn't mean to though Mikey, I pwomise!" Her eyes were wide, her cheeks were wet with her tears and her hair was sticking out all over the place.

"It was a mean colour, was it? Oh no, at least it was just a dream Lu. Plus, my room can never be a mean colour hey? Especially with our hand prints painted all over the walls." Michael smiled and pointed out their handprints pressed against the walls at different heights.

Luna smiled and kissed her brothers nose, snuggling back into his neck, listening to the soothing rhythm of his breathing. This put her back to sleep in no time, as well as Michael rubbing circles on her back and walking around the room.

His room was one of comfort and beauty. The morning sun would hit the gems hanging from the balcony frame, creating rainbows and shades of different purples, pinks, blues and reds. He had a queen sized bed that was pushed up against the wall, so Luna wouldn't roll over in the night and fall out. Succulents decorated his windowsill, some having flowers and some having a waxy feel. Basically his room was a safe haven for him and Luna, and sometimes Ivy.

Zan never really liked the idea of Michaels room ("It's too fūcking indie. It's like a tumblr models aesthetic.") But Michael never really liked the idea of Zan's legs being open later than KFC, whether for her girlfriend or stranger.

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