Is It Okay If We Are Together?

Chapter Two

~Michaels P.O.V~

We had finally arrived at the bar and I was happy to get out of the rain. Even though it felt good to snuggle with Gavin under the jacket...STOP! Okay well after three years of working with him I had sort of kind of got a little crush on him....okay maybe a big one. Anyways we were soon seated at a bar  and ordered some beers (or bevs as Gav likes to call them) and hot wings. Gavin was already stuffing his face and I laughed. He looked up at me confused and then just shrugged it off. So about 10 beers, 3 shots of tequila, and some whiskey later we were both drunk off our asses. I looked at the clock trying to see the time but my vision blurred so i gave up. I tapped  Gavin on the shoulder and he turned around to look at me with his gorgeous green eyes.

"Gaav let's go," I slurred and grabbed his wrist pulling him out the door. He had soon arrived at my place and I grabbed some clothes  of Gavin's to give him (getting this drunk happens on a regular basis so I'm responsible of making sure Gavin has cleans clothes at my house to sleep in and go to work in the next day. I went to the kitchen to grab us some coffee and came back to see Gavin passed out in my bed. I smiled and noticed he was in his boxers. I felt the heat rush to my cheeks as my face turned a deep red. I took off my my shirt and slid into the bed next to him. I shimmied out of my pants and cuddled next to him...not because I wanted to but because I was a cuddler and it was going to happen anyways. I put my arm around his waist and snuggled my head into his back, quickly falling asleep. 

~Gavin's P.O.V~

I woke up in a comfier bed then mine and snuggling with a curly haired boy. I was vaguely aware of what had happened last night and I knew for a fact we had not slept together. Then I remember passing out on his bed. He must've just climbed into bed or something right? I couldn't have told him... oh well I guess I'll have to wait until he wakes up. I got out of bed and walked to the bath room. I looked into the mirror and saw my atrocious bed head. Having long hair was great but it was getting annoying and fast. I searched for a comb and brushed as much of it out as I could. I left other parts of it sticking out because it looked cool. Hopefully nobody bagged on it. Anyways I quickly found the clothes Michael had picked out for me and put them.

I walked out to the kitchen and started to make breakfast for us and turned on the coffee maker. Michael groaned to himself and I could hear him look around for medicine. Surprisingly my hangover wasn't that bad. I was hoping he wouldn't be so grumpy but of course I was wrong. He walked into the kitchen and growled at me.

"Well hullo to you to Mr. Grumpy," I said jokingly trying to make him feel better. I smiled at him and he frowned back.

"The fuck are you so cheerful for you fuck tard?" He asked puring himself some coffee. I laughed and handed him a plate of pancakes and a small bottle of Advil. He looked at me through his red curly hair and smiled.  I couldn't do anything but blush at him and look at the ground.  Suddenly he became angry.

"Why the FUCK DO YOU ALWAYS DO THAT? I flinched at the sudden outburst and looked up at him with sad eyes.

"Wot do you mean Mi-cool?" I asked trying to keep the stuttering from my words.

"THAT! YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO BE SO GOD DAMN ADORABLE AND  JUST JUST FUCK! WHY THE FUCK CAN'T YOU JUST LIKE ME BACK YOU FUCKER. WHY THE FUCK CAN'T YOU JUST LOVE ME?" he yelled angrily throwing his plate on the floor. It shattered into a million pieces and I jumped back. He retreated to his room and slammed the door. I quickly followed after him and opened the door. I saw him on his bed crying into his hands. 

I walked over and put my arm around him. He looked up at me and started to talk "Why can't you just love me?"  He seemed so desperate and sad and I couldn't take it. He had put his head back in his hands and his red curly locks of hair was falling over the tips of his fingers. I grabbed his chin and pulled his face up so he was looking into my eyes. I held eye contact for a few seconds and started to talk. 

"Who said I didn't already love you?" I asked wiping away a tear that trickled down his face. I kissed his forehead trying to show my love for him. We laid there intertwined and I hoped we would stay like that forever but there was a knock on the door.