Don't Stop | Michael Clifford

Chapter 81

"So, I'm thinking Chinese or pizza for dinner," Michael says, his hand going through my hair as he's currently zapping through the channels since our show just ended.

"I'm thinking of actually eating something more healthy today," I say, dead serious. But obviously Michael thinks I'm joking and starts laughing until he realizes I'm just staring at him with a serious expression on my face.

"Wait, you're serious?"

"Yeah, you need to start eating more healthy, and I need to keep a healthy diet as well," I say as I sit up. "For once have something really homemade and healthy." It's weird that after all the nights we've spend together, we've never actually had a healthy dinner. We're mostly too lazy, or we're out eating where I usually eat something healthy, and when it's homemade, it's only semi-healthy. Like, lasagna, it's not too unhealthy, but nowhere near healthy either.

"Fine, you can just make something."

"Oh no, mister. You are helping me make dinner tonight," I tell him.

"You want me to eat healthy AND cook? Are you trying to kill me woman?" he asks, making me smack his arm as we both laugh.

"You at least need to know how to cook, I can't always cook even if I'm the best at it. You know that," I tell him and I know that I've won this discussion. Especially with his loud groan. I smile, clapping my hands as I stand up. "Come, we need to go buy some groceries."

"This gets harder and harder," Michael groans but lets me pull him up, although he lets himself fall onto me, making both of us almost fall under his weight. "You realize that ordering a pizza takes so much less effort, right?" I laugh, nodding.

"You think I got this body with no effort?" I ask, tipping my head a bit, his eyes trailing my body.

"No, but I bet you wish it took no effort," he laughs, kissing my forehead.

"Trust me, every girl does." I look up at him as he smiles down at me. "I know you're not the biggest fan of eating healthy, but I need you to accept that-"

"I do, babe," he says, cupping my face before I can finish. "I know you care a lot about it, and quite frankly, I should probably start eating healthier or I will die of a heart attack one day." I smile a bit, wrapping my arms around his torso as he wraps his around me.

Not long a time after we're at the grocery shop, and to my surprise; I am not the only one putting healthy things in our cart. Michael is too, finding things he actually likes, that his mom made him eat when he was little. "What would your mom say if she knew how unhealthy you were eating?" I ask, Michael shrugging as he bites his lip.

"I think it's better not to find out," he laughs as we make our way to the cashier. "But she's probably glad you're here to make me eat better." I smile, feeling a somewhat sense of pride.

"Yeah, it's only taken me, like, a year and a half," I laugh, Michael sticking his tongue out at me.

"We can also say that me eating healthier is my Christmas gift to you," he laughs, smiling innocently.

"That should be my gift to you, making you eat healthier."

"That too. That could be our gifts to each other. I will let you poison me with greens," he says, both of us laughing before he continues, "and it will be easier for you to also eat healthier." I just roll my eyes, giving up on making him talk nicely about something that could safe his life someday, and just enjoy the victory of actually having him eat healthy.

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"You have to tell me exactly what to do. Like, I will burn the water," he laughs, making me roll my eyes.