Hairdye {M.C fanfic}

Chapter 8

We didn't stop running until we reached my house. I shut the door behind me as fast as I could. I looked at Michael who was breathing heavily. He smiled and started laughing, I stared at him confused.

"Why are you laughing?"

"I don't know, that was so scary," he said putting a hand over his face and immediately pulled his hand away, wincing in pain. "Ooww."

"And they call us girls bipolar," I teased.

"Hey, I just rescued you, Im like superman now, I could shoot you with my lazer eyes."

I laughed and went off to the kitchen to get him an ice pack. When I returned he wasn't there. "Michael!" I called. He didn't respond. Where could he have gone. I scrambled up the stairs to look for him. He was in the hallway looking for the bathroom. "Hey do you have a shirt I could borrow?", he asked pointing at his bloody shirt. "Yeah sure, I looked for an oversized band t-shirt that I owned through my closet. When I managed to find it I went out to the hall to find that Michael had disappeared. I walked down the hall and opened the bathroom door, not expecting to find him in there shirtless. What was I thinking?! I didn't even knock!
"Aaahhhhhhh," I shrieked putting my hands over my face. "Im so sorry, omg," I blurted. I could hear Michael's laughter. "I didn't mean to, I promise that this didn't happen on p-p-purpose, I would never do this, like my intent wasn't to walk in like that, not that you l-look bad, but I didn't mean to, i'll just g-go," I kept babbling, cheeks red.

"Wait can I at least get the shirt," he was still laughing at my reaction. "You can open your eyes now."

"Do you have the shirt on?"

"Yes."

"Ok, good."

I opened my eyes. There he stood. With a shirt on this time. We kinda just stared at each other for like 2 min. It was pretty awkward. "Ok lets actually go do something," he said grabbing my arm to go downstairs. I winced in pain looking down at my arm. I looked down and saw a heavily bruised arm. I hadn't noticed it before. Must've been from Gabe.

"Sorry, are you ok. Here you are taking care of me and you have so many bruises on your arm." He looked at me with worried eyes.

"It's fine Michael, really."

"No it's not fine! Here lets go get you some ice."

*Later*
"We should build a fort," he says randomly.

"What?"

"You know, like with pillows and blankets."

"I've never made one before?"

"Wait really. We're making one right now. Gather all the blankets, i'll get the pillows!"

He ran off like an excited child in search of pillows while I looked for some blankets. I handed them to him and excused myself to go to the bathroom. I flipped the switch on and stared in the mirror. I lifted my shirt to reveal some scattered scratches on my side and a big bruise by my waist from when Gabe shoved me to the floor. I sighed and decided it was best not to tell Michael. I flipped the switch back off and went downstairs before Michael could get suspicious. When I went downstairs I saw a huge fort had already been built in my living room.
"Wow," I said awestruck.

"You like?"

"Yes! This is so cool."

"Come on in to Casa de Michael."

I laughed and crawled through the small entrance. Once I was inside I saw a few chairs holding the fort up and pillows sprawled all throughout the floor. Michael had also gathered some snacks and set up my laptop to watch netflix.

"Michael Gordon Clifford you truly are amazingly perfect."