Micheal Clifford and my selfharm story

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Jenes POV

I sat myself up in the couch and grabbed the remote.
"What kind of pop tart u want? We got marshmallow and smores, strawberry, cake batter, brown sugar, and hot fudge sundae." Mickey said with food cramed in his mouth.

"Cake batter is fine. And you know what else is fine..?" I said
"My ass so kiss it!" Luke shouted from upstairs.
Mikey grabbed the pop tarts and skipped into the living room. He jumped up and landed beside me on the couch. He petted my face with the pop tart and placed it in my lap.
I glared at him and he turned his face at mine with a creeper stare.
I kissed him.

Looking at him was funny. U can see the redness in his face.
He gently grabbed my face and pulled me closer.

He kissed me......

He pulled away and looked at me deep in the eyes. "Dang your pretty up close" he whispered to himself.

I could feel myself getting redder by the moment.
"Awwwwh how cute, your so cute" he said pinching my cheeks.
I hid my face in pillows and curled up in a ball. He took a pillow and started hitting me. "Your blushing, your blushing!" "Oh shut the hell up Michael!"
3 hours after our pillow fight we became tired.
Mikey layed down on the couch and I say on the floor next to him.

I turned on Family Guy and watched it. "Get up here" mikey said. "Nope" I replied.

I felt a arm wrap around mine and he yanked me up then pulling me onto the couch. I snuggled into his chest and turned around to my other side to face the TV. He put his arms around me and held my hand.
Luckily he couldn't see my face because I think I was red as a tomato.

He kissed my neck and I kissed his hand.