Permanent Vacation ~ MGC

Part 30

Y/N's POV

Michael nuzzled his head into my shoulder, kissing my neck softly (and still drunkedly); in between kisses, he mumbled slurred 'I love yous', and I laughed at him, my arms enveloping him in a tight hug.
      He pulled away from my neck, placing his arms lightly around my waist, and mine around his neck.
      "You knoooww..." he began, smiling, "You have very pretty eyes." I laughed at his drunken cheesy-ness, and he moved his face closer to mine, backing me up against the wall just outside the bathroom. Our foreheads touched again, and we both closed our eyes, leaning in and crashing our lips together passionately.
       I tangled my hands in his faded red hair, and Michael did the same with one of his, moving us closer together, if that was possible. Our lios still moved together in sync, our noses brushing together occasionally from lur closeness.
      He broke away for a second, his eyes still shut as mine fluttered open; our hands were still tangled in eachothers messy hair, our foreheads still touching.
      "Mmmh..." Michael began, wincing for no apparent reason, "My head hurrrts and I feel sick."
      "I told you that you needed aspir-" I was interrupted by the front door opening downstairs, and Michael's eyes opened slightly, but he didn't move away from me at all.
"Mikey." I said, and he smirked at my nickname for him.
      "Mikey huh?" He laughed, moving his face closer to mine again.
      "Michael," I mumbled, and he frowned at the use of his full name again, footsteps getting louder as they got closer to the top of the stairs, "Michael its Ashton. He doesn-"
       "Shit." He said, moving away from me and turning around as the footsteps stopped infront of us. Ashton looked at me, then at Michael, and then returned his wide-eyed-gaze to me again.
       "You," He muttered, anger in his eyes like there had been in the moment before he punched Michael the last time, "You hurt my little sister!" Ashton shouted this now, and both Michael and I had stepped forward from our previous postition against the wall.
      "Ash he-"
      "Why?!" He shouted, and I saw fear in Michael's eyes; he looked small, not like when they argued the last time.
      When Michael was drunk, he wasn't rowdy like alot of people expected him to be; instead, he was either overjoyed at anything and laughing overexcitedly, or sad and clingy.
      But now, he looked sad and full of fear.
      Ashton didn't know the truth, and so was still angry that Michael 'hurt' me, and that misunderstanding made Michael's drunken state worse.
     "Ashton!" I screamed, but his eyes stayed fixed on Michael's. Michael looked at me, smiling weakly to try and make the situation better, but changed his expression when Ashton shouted again.
      "Do you know how you made her feel?!" His fists balled tightly by his sides, Ashton stepped closer to Michael, who stood his ground despite being (maybe) slightly afraid.
      "I know- I know how I made her feel, but let me explain." Michael stammered.
      Ashton scoffed, looking at me briefly before his eyes landed on Michael again:
"Let you explain? Really? After you and your cheating ass hurt my sister, you want me to let you explain?"
      "Let him explain!" I shouted, and Ashton's head snapped towards me, as hot, angry tears streamed down my face, "If you don't let Michael explain, let me explain just please, Ashton, listen to him?!"
      He looked at me sympathetically, then nodded for Michael to speak.
      "I didn't cheat on Y/N," Michael slurred, his voice alot quieter than usual; I was suprised he was able to say that out loud to Ashton, who now rolled his eyes in disbelief, "The girl who was with me was my cousin, Maya; she's the best at picking out gifts so Mum picked her up, and we went to the music store while Mum went to buy a drink." Ashton raised his eyebrows, his eyes drowning in the guilt of accusing Michael before letting him explain. I understood how he felt; I'd accused Michael myself, but now we knew the truth, the tension might reduce.
      "So he didn't cheat on you?" Ashton said to me, and I rolled my eyes at him; I knew he understood, but due to his lighthearted nature, he was trying to make the situation better. Although it hadn't helped Michael, whose fingers were now laced with mine in nervousness and slight anger.
      "Dude! I just told you I didn't cheat on her! I would never hurt Y/N! Not like that, not ever."
      Ashton nodded in acknowledgement, looking awkwardly between Michael and I, probably wondering what he was going to say next.
      "Ashton where's Mum?"
      "Oh, uhm downstairs with pizza," Ashton looked towards the stairs, gesturing towards them before speaking again, "I should just..." And he walked down the stairs, and at the same time, I hoped he would explain the shouting and my distraught to Mum.
      "Are you tired, or do you want pizza?" I asked Michael, who was now nuzzling his face into my neck - again.
      "I'm tirreeedd can we go to bed?" He asked, lifting his face so he faced mine directly.
      "Fine, sleepy-drunken-baby-man." I laughed, pushing him through the doorway to my bedroom.
      I shut the door behind us, wandering over to my dresser, before realising Michael may not have anything to sleep in.
"Do you still have your suitc-"
I turned around, as Michael undressed himself, so he now sat on the edge of my bed in only his boxers.
      "I'm fiinnee." He said, collapsing backwards and pulling the sheets over him; he buried his face in a pillow, closing his eyes quickly.
      He opened one again when I didn't move from the spot beside my dresser, folding back the covers and gesturing for me to join him.
      "I have to get changed." I laughed, opening a drawer and pulling out an oversized All Time Low tee.
      "Y/N.. Just come lay with me pleeease?" He begged, and I turned around to see him sticking out his bottom lip in exaggeration. I sighed, putting back the shirt; I pulled off Michael's shirt which I was still wearing, so I was only in my underwear, and walked towards him.
      I layed infront of Michael, my back against his chest, and he placed an arm lazily on my hip.
      "Mmm that's better," He mumbled, kissing my shoulder gently, "I missed you so much Y/N."
       "I missed you too Mikey."