Demons x Malum

nine •

{i promised myself I wouldn't do double updates... yolo}

monday, feburary 9, 2015

nine •

sheepishly I knock on the blue wooden door, stepping back to admire the simple one story red brick house that michael grew up in.

the door swings open, revealing a shorter women with flour riddance on her bright pink apron, her dirty blonde hair pulled back. "calum! what's the reason for your visit?"

"heard michael wasn't feeling to well, and just though I'd bring him a few things to lighten his mood." I smile, watching karen fluster, but stay polite.

"he'll certainly be happy to hear from you. he's in his bedroom, just down the hall. the last door on the left." karen directs, already busily scurrying back to the kitchen to continue on with what she was doing before i rudely interrupted. mental note not to catch his mother off guard or she'll be very flustered.

I readjust the drawstring nike bag in my back, clutching onto the thermos in my hand in a desperate attempt to not let the container fall from my clammy grip. as I near his room, I pray to Jesus that all will go well, and michael won't find me as some creep.

I really did not think this through.

"michael?" I say, lightly tap at the cracked door, pushing at the door just to allow enough light in to see michael laying asleep on his bed.

his pink lips lay agape with a small amount of drool dripping from his mouth, limbs tucked protectively around a baby pink body pillow – I have never once wished to be a pillow in my entire life.

I sigh, my eyes advert from the small peak of his mint green victoria's secret undies that look so tight against his bum. I struggle to contain myself, lightly pushing things on his desk aside to clear a spot for my small gifts.

I work quickly, trying to not wake the sick sleeping boy on the bed. I set up the thermos full of minty herb tea, a singular red rose, a few cute chick flicks that shamelessly lighten my heart when I'm down, and a few boxes of sugar candies. I write a small note, sorry to come by unexpected. these gifts are for you. feel better, michael. from cal xx.

quiet steps are taken toward the boy, until I'm standing right above him. I lean, gently wipe away a strangling piece of hair from his forehead, then press a lingering kiss to his porcelain skin I had the courage to kiss when he was actual awake.

without saying goodbye to michael, I walk out of his bedroom, shutting the door behind me.

"leaving so soon?" karen calls from the kitchen, curiosity and concern lacing her features.

"turns out michael's sleeping, so I'll just be going home. thank you, mrs. clifford."

"bye calum. hope to see you soon."

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shit. this story is boring
it's gonna heat up soon. I just hate when people have them making out in the first five chapters saying they love each other... no. okay? okay.
hmu on twitter, BUT KIK WOULD BE GOOD
love you all - meagan