Michael Clifford Imagines

Video Games-Michael

"Fuck, fuck, fuck" Michael hissed, flailing around like a maniac.
"You died" I pointed out.
"Fuck" he mumbled again.
I giggled and wrapped myself in a blanket like a cocoon.
Michael glanced at me, "you look like an egg".
"At least I'm not dead" I said nodding towards the tv.
"You don't even play this game. You aren't alive so you can't be dead" he said.
"That made no sense" I laughed, scrolling through my Twitter feed.
"If you played this you wouldn't last a minute" he challenged.
"Gimme the controller!"
He handed it to me and I started a new game.
Michael leaned back and draped his arm over my shoulder.
"Don't touch me! I have to focus." I yelled jumping off the couch and settling on the floor. I heard his chuckle as I made my first kill.
I'm not sure what game this was or what the goal of it is. All I knew is I had to kill people who are trying to kill me.
"Y/N there's a guy behind-"
I shushed him and shot a man behind an old animated gas station.
I turned to Michael and stuck my tongue out at him and quickly refocused on the game.
"You get mean when you play video games" Michael laughed.
"I'm in the zone" I said as I killed two more guys. I realized that one of the guys was actually on my team.
"oops" I giggled as the words 'GAME OVER' appeared on the screen.
"You didn't last ten minutes" Michael laughed.
"At least I didn't die!"
"You killed your captain!"
"You distracted me!" I giggled getting up and walking back to the couch with Michael.
I sat next to him and snugged into his chest.
"I'm better at video games then you" I mumbled.
"Okay, babe" he chuckled running his fingers up and down my arm.