Internet Friends // mgc

Chapter 12

"I like it like that," Michael laughs, turning up the radio. 

"You like what?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows and tilting my head to the side. 

"The fair. I like it at night, when all the rides are lit up. It looks cool." 

"I do too. When I was younger I always wanted to ride the ferris wheel at night." I said, staring out the window and watching the lights go out of sight. 

"With someone you love?" He asked, grabbing my hand. 

"Eh, you're close enough," I laughed and he rolled his eyes. 

I never was good at hiding my feelings for people. They always seemed to know how I felt, but didn't feel the same way. 

"Wanna hang with Luke? I'm not sure if Cal and Ash are gonna be coming over. He's pretty torn up." 

"Why? What happened to him?" 

"Your friend. Kat. Have you not been talking to her? Or any of them?" 

I shook my head. "Nope." 

"Why? You were so close." He looked concerned. 

"I guess I'm just not good enough. I get ignored, and they don't try to talk to me. I know that I'm acting like a thirteen year old right now but I really don't care. I'm all alone now." 

Michael looked at me with sadness in his eyes. I knew that he cared about me, but I wish that he would show it more often. I will be cliche for moments, but he is my sunshine. He lights up my day. All I need is him and I don't know what I'd do if he forgets about me when I leave. I love his beautiful green eyes and how they always light up when he is talking about something that he is passionate about. I love everything about him, especially the things that he doesn't like about himself. His arms feel like the safest place in the world. 

"Chelsea?" He asks, rubbing his thumb along my hand. 

I look back up at him and smile. "Yeah, sorry. I'm fine." 

He shakes his head and laughs. "Babe, you're supposed to say 'what'." 

I can already feel the warmth find it's way into my cheeks and I use my hands to cover my face and laugh. 

"OH MY GOSH. I JUST MADE YOU BLUSH!" He starts laughing harder than I ever thought he could and I just rolled my eyed. "Should I keep calling you that? Babe? Chelsea, babe? I like that." He smirked and kissed my hand. 

"You're a cheesy bastard, you know that?" I ask, trying to be serious, but failing miserably. 

"Yeah, I know. I'm awkward around beautiful girls." He looks straight ahead and takes a left to his house. "I said that last part out loud, didn't I? I just sat back and laughed while he rolled his eyes and started blushing. 

"Where is the beautiful girl?" I look around the car, and he clearly takes my sarcasm too seriously. 

"Duh, Chelsea. It's you." 

I laugh. "I know you idiot. You're not too bad yourself." 

While I only said those few words, I wanted to pour my heart out to him and tell him how much he means to me. I want to tell him that four letter word, but I can't find enough confidence to do so. I want to be the girl that he writes cheesy songs about. I want to be able to cuddle with him and have him hold me in his warm arms. It's sad that how badly I want to tell him my feelings, but i know that he doesn't feel the same way. We just met, so I'm probably just still in the fuck, a cute boy, I might love him phase. 

A/N: Wow. This is a short ass chapter but I have writers block to please bear with me and comment what you want to happen. Don't forget to vote ;)