Michael's smile disappeared. "What? Are you serious?"
"Of course I'm not serious." I pulled Michael to his feet. "I want to marry you, Michael."
The corners of his lips turned up into a hopeful smile. "Yeah?"
"Yeah."
He picked me up and swung me in a circle, laughing. "Agh! You're going to be my wife!"
I laughed with him. "I might not if you hold me as tight as you are!"
Michael nodded. "Oh, right. Sorry about that. I'm just happy."
"I'm happy too." I wrapped my arms around Michael's neck and he leaned forwards, pressing our foreheads together.
"I can't believe this is real. I love you so much."
"I love you too, Mikey."
He laughed and kissed me again and again, starting to cry.
"Are you crying, Michael?"
He shook his head, then rethought it and nodded. "I'm still punk rock, though, right?"
"You're still punk rock."
End.
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to the moon. /m.c./
Fanfictionpicture credits go to @coco.ig on instagram, @lilbodybigheart on twitter. ⇞ This story used to be called Bookworm, however, I feel the title doesn't fit the story as well and so I've changed the title to To the Moon.⇞
