ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ // 𝐦𝐠𝐜

21 - Can I Adopt Him?

I couldn't believe it. I just couldn't. It felt so unrealistic, like a dream or another universe in a beautiful pink blue lilac galaxy. But at the same time, it felt so real, so good, so right.

Michael and I are in a cab, heading to Chiado Hotel and all I can think about is how much I want to hug him, run my hand through his faded red hair, and draw invisible patterns on his skin with my fingertips.

I can't stop admiring him. Admiring how his lips curl up into a perfect smile, how his green eyes light up with joy making them shining bright as ever, how his hair is all messy under his trucker hat.

I feel blessed for having him as a friend. He's such a great person, and I feel so lucky and grateful for him had message me that night. He chose me as his friend, and I couldn't be more happy.

After so much time, I could feel happiness inside me. And this time, it wasn't the happiness you feel when you do a great drawing or play with your crappy band. This was something else, and I liked it.

We are now at the hotel lobby and Michael is checking in as I look around and study the room.

The lobby is not big, but it's simple, modern and fancy. I like it. This is a four stars hotel, so I bet it's expensive as fuck. And I feel bad for Michael spending all this money just to be with me.

We go to the elevator and Michael pushes the button for the last floor. I wonder how much it costs a room on this floor.

Michael and I haven said much since we left the airport, but I like it that way. I'm a girl of few words. Talking it's not with me. I just talk a lot when I'm pissed. Like this morning, when Nat and Rikki were pissing me off.

That's why I like to play guitar.
You can express yourself through the guitar, and that's what I do. Like, the guitar was my voice and the melody my words.

I also do that when I draw. Art is a way of expression. Art, music, literature... there's so many ways and I chose music and art.

We get out of the elevator and Michael leads me to the room. When he opens the door and we get in, my jaw drops.

This is not a simple room, it's a suite. A fucking beautiful big ass suite.

"So? Do you like it?" Michael asks behind me.

"Y-yes." I manage to say. "It's beautiful." I gasp.

The bed was king size and the sheets were white with beige pillows. Beside the bed was two white armchairs and a big window where you can sit and enjoy your beautiful Lisbon view.

The suite was beautiful and adorable.

"Can we cuddle know?" Michael asks yawning snapping out of my daydream.

"Sure." I nod.

We both take off our shoes and lay down on the king size bad.

At first we just lay on our back and look at the ceiling.

But then I start feeling the bed moving and Michael lays on his side wrapping an arm around my stomach and waist and rest his head on my shoulder.

Moving slowly, I laid on my side with my back against his chest and entwined my fingers with his.

I could stay like this forever, I wouldn't mind.

"I'm so happy being here beside you." He mumbles tired into my hair.

"Me too." I whisper.

***

I don't know how many hours I slept, but I feel like I slept a hundred years.