The Brit And The Twit

Needs

Mike's p.o.v

It was obvious Mira was bothered by something. I just couldn't tell Annabelle to piss off so I could cater to her. I hid a sigh with a false laugh, but Mira felt the sudden rise in my chest. I don't think she noticed, but I caught her glaring at Annabelle earlier. It was sort of getting late, and I got a text from Jake a few minutes ago. Mira and I should have been heading to the flat then.

Thanks to Mira's mood, I didn't have to tell Annabelle anything. 

Mira sprung off my lap, practically tripping. I stood with her, holding her close for support. Her eyes showed a hint of fierce anger, which was obvious. Annabelle looked at her with confusion before Mira sighed. She glanced up at me before gripping my hand. "Hey, Anni? I'm a bit sleepy and can't really stay awake, so Mikey is taking me home, kay? We'll see you maybe some other time." 

After getting a few feet away from Annabelle, she rolled her eyes, holding my hand tighter and walking in silence. My eyes couldn't help but wander to the swaying of her skirt. It took a while before we were a bit close to Jake's and I's flat. Mira stopped, causing me to bump into her and snap out of my dazed zone. "Hm?" I asked, looking down at her. 

She led us to a tree, pushing my back against the bark. Gripping the collar of my sweater, she tugged my face down to hers, kissing me deeply. It took all of my willpower not to just.. Oi. She pressed closer, which began causing me to react in indecent ways. Right when my hands were moving to the hem of her hoodie, Jake's voice sounds from close by. 

She gave an annoyed groan before getting off the tips of her toes, releasing my collar and taking my hand. I don't know why she did that, seeing as she never has. Shrugging, I let her lead us, meeting Jake at the door. He took in my disheveled hair, seeing a few leaves on us. "You two get into a fight?" he asks. Mira nods silently, leaving me shocked to find no trace of her blushing. 

He tilts his head a bit and laughs, giving me a light punch on the shoulder. Mira rakes her fingers through her hair before making it to my room. Her behavior has been a bit off lately, and it started to bother me. Jake shrugged and sat by the telly, resulting in me throwing anything near at his head. I ignored his complaints and headed to my room. 

She lay carelessly sprawled across my bed, arm over her eyes, shirt off. Maybe she was hot. Sighing, I turned and began heading out, shouting for Jake to turn down the the heat. I got a groan in response, smiling and turning back to Mira. I gasped, finding her standing a few inches away from me. Her face leaned close to mine before connecting our lips, kicking the door closed behind me and dragging me to bed. "I'm sleepy.." she mumbled, a hint of sarcasm in her voice.