Stormy P.O.V-
"I'll see you after school?" he questions leaning in the doorway with a smile on his face his eyes hazel eyes tinted with the smallest trace of violet. Spending today with Michael has been perfect; from everything that has gone on I can't remember the last time I have smiled in a while and fully meant it not just from a little joke someone said to make me crack one for 5 seconds.
I mean them times, when you cheeks physically hurt from smiling that much; and you feel like your lungs have been squeezed together so hard you'll never breathe the same and you have been laughing so hard... That what it was like. Bliss, not caring, not thinking, not worrying. Then having a flour fight and making pizza we snuggled down in our built fort. After showers it took us to a pillow fight to deicide who shall sleep on what side, Michael won but cheated as he started tickling me... So he let me pick, yet waking up I was lying on top of him.
I smile at the previous hours, raising my hand giving him the spare backdoor key; "I'll text you when its clear, it's only likely they'll come around here after school if they didn't get the picture the other day." I say, he takes the key slowly; and looking at it carefully.
"Are you sure Stormy, I don't want you to chose between me... Or them" he says the violet tint being replaced for a grey tone. "Michael, I'm positive... I only want to talk to them properly once they have sorted out this argument between you and them... And I feel like they are using me as a weapon." I say locking eyes with him to nod, as he slips the key in his back pocket.
"I'll see you after school then" he says once more leaning off the doorway and hovering in front of me, our arms wrapping around each other. His touch ice cold on the skin but soft and warm on the inside; the ways our bodies fit together perfectly. He pulls back slightly the loss of contact replace with his lips touching mine, for a solace moment which set my heart alight something that will burn forever in my solo. His soft lips the sparks and flames they cause how the can twist my stomach in knots and cause me to picture butterfly flying around me.
We pull away both utterly speechless, but without another word he leave to school no words exchanged but his tinted light pink eyes saying all that is needed. I close the door slowly, seeing him walk off up the path to the way to school.
Lola close to my heels, surprisingly she has calmed down a lot too; maybe it's because I'm calm she is too. I don't truly understand but I'm not bothered by that. I walk upstairs slowly making my way through my normal routine hair, make up, get dressed then breakfast.
My hair today, is curly for a change; my hand shakily lightly as I try do eyeliner
"Stormy!" A voice suddenly cause my eyeliner to fall from my hand, as Lola runs down the stairs barking loudly.
