I'll Be The Anchor - Michael Clifford

Do You Love For Me?

I woke up early the next morning, too early for my liking. My anxiety had gotten the best of me and forced me away far before anyone else. Michael had indeed stayed the night in my bunk, which would most likely raise questions from the others on the bus but I decided that I didn't care.

He was still peacefully sleeping, I remained cuddled next to him in his embrace. I didn't want to wake him so I simply closed my eyes and plugged in my iPod and listened to the latest Mayday Parade album.

I couldn't wait to show everyone my hometown, but I was also extremely apprehensive about Michael meeting my parents. My parents are extremely conservative, not the type that'd allow their daughter to date someone with crazy colored purple hair. Or maroon. Or whatever you'd call the breathtaking color of Michael's hair this week.

I hoped they liked him. I hoped with all my heart. I also hoped that Michael would be himself and not feel pressured to be someone else for them.

I breathed deeply as I listened to Stay. Michael's grip strengthened on me, and I opened my eyes to see him waking up.

"Hi." I whispered.

"Hello." He said, smiling dumbly at me.

"Did you sleep well?" I asked.

"Best sleep in a while to be honest. Your bunk must be better than mine."

I rolled my eyes, we know that wasn't why he slept so well.

"Are you ready for waterpark fun today?" I asked.

"Yes, hopefully I don't blind the innocents with my pallor." He joked.

"I'll be paler than you. Promise." I chuckled.

"Maybe, but you're cute and it doesn't matter."

"Oh I'm cute?" I asked.

"The cutest." He said, kissing me softly.

I heard a mock vomiting noise outside my bunk.

"Get a room!" Ashton yelled. "We're all awake."

Michael and I burst into laughter.

"Poor Ash." I said.

"I can still hear you! Get up! We want breakfast!" He grumbled.

"Okay okay." I said.

I looked at Michael and leaned down to kiss him for a bit. I decided now that our relationship, whatever it was, was out that I didn't care if Ashton knew what we were doing.

We locked lips lazily and laid together until Ashton began being a bother once again.

"I don't hear talking which is actually worse than when I did..." Ashton mumbled.

We burst into giggles again.

"Ash, it's called sleeping." Michael said.

"We both know what you're doing is not called sleeping Michael." Luke's voice rang.

"Guys... Come on." I said, turning red.

Michael ran his hand along my cheek.

"Sorry Len, you've accepted your fate." Luke said.

"Great." I snorted and climbed from the bunk to begin getting ready.

I ran to the bathroom first, throwing on my bikini and a pair of shorts and a plain tee so that I'd be ready for the park. I brushed my hair and teeth and applied a simple coat of waterproof mascara.

I emerged to see Michael in a pair of swim trunks and hair wild as always.

"Is everyone ready but Michael?" I asked.