Bad Boy Meets Bad Girl

The Morning After

I woke up to the sound of my alarm relentlessly beeping and buzzing on the night stand, Michael and I grumbled in unison as I patted the air looking for my phone to turn the alarm off without opening my eyes whilst Michael's grip had tightened. Neither of us wanted to move but I knew we had to, it was my second day of the new school, I can't turn up late. "Mikey, we need to get up" I mumbled trying to move his arm from my waist "no we don't, let's just stay here" he replied in a husky voice, I would never admit it but his morning voice was as hot as him.

I forcefully sat myself up making Michael squint at me, disappointed I moved. His hair was wild, a sloppy smirk etched on his face with scruff around it "morning kit-" he yawned, his mouth was open, like a lion when it would roar "en" he finished, his smirk only growing into a real smile. Sloppily throwing his legs off the bed he perched his head on mine as I grabbed my phone scrolling through the missed calls from last night, as annoying as it was having his head on mine I chose not to protest, it was useless. There was a text from my mum morning sweetheart I don't know if I can pick you up tonight so here's our address xx.

Sighing, I stood up knocking Michael in the process, I needed the bathroom. Shit this isn't my house I looked around aimlessly, about to ask but my Michael got there first, "out my room, first door on the left" I sheepishly thanked him before quickly making my way to it.
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After doing my thing and washing my hands I looked in the mirror to see the state of me, it wasn't as bad as I expected, a few fly away and some smudge mascara but nothing major. I just needed some clean clothes. Walking back into Michael's room I noticed he wasn't there were the fuck is he? I thought as I put my jacket and shoes back on and grabbing my phone, making my way around the house I realised he was in the kitchen, probably making himself another three course meal!

He was sat on the island, swinging his legs back and forth like a child, happily eating a bowl of cereal, I couldn't help but smile at the scene. He might look like a touch guy with his bright hair, tattoo's and piercings but looking at him now would change anyone's perspective of him. I was snapped out of my thoughts by him chuckling, trying not to spit food everywhere. "I need to go home" I stated leaning again the door frame with my arms across my chest, trying to look confident. "Okay" sort and simple, he put the bowl behind him before jumping off the island and slipping past me to the door, grabbing his keys and jacket on the way.