"Wanna makeout?"
My heart leaps into my throat and I look up from my phone at my best friend's smirking pink lips. He's sitting on the edge of his bed with his legs crossed, nursing a Mike's hard lemonade in one hand and resting his chin in his other.
"Excuse me?"
I giggle, unable to take him seriously but still swooning over the idea. I have always hated how he jokes about this kind of stuff all the time. Honestly, I've wanted nothing more than to kiss with him for quite a while now. I've been absolutely crazy about Michael since the fifth grade, but I've never addressed it and certainly never told him. He's a complete and utter man-whore and I know right now he's either kidding or horny. That doesn't stop my heart from racing and my palms from sweating. Regardless of his sexual history, I can never shake my feelings for him.
"I don't know. I'm bored, your bored, we're alone. It's usually what I do."
He nudges my shoulder with his free hand from his bed. I let out a tiny breath I didn't know I've been holding in and force a small chuckle.
"We've been alone a lot before, what makes you wanna makeout now? Extra horny?"
He laughs and uncrossed his legs, dangling them beside my head. I tilt my head back to meet his sparkling green eyes.
"Well, let's just say this lemonade isn't the only thing that's hard."
My eyes widen and a loud laugh bursts through my lips. He smiles widely, pouring the rest of his drink down his throat. I shake my head and turn my body to face him, locking my phone and looking up at him.
"Have you ever had an actual conversation with a girl. Besides me, I mean."
He rests his chin in his palm again, as if he's trying to think about it. I roll my eyes and smack him lightly on the knee.
"I dunno, why would I? I've got you."
My chest tightens. I know by saying 'I've got you', he just thinks of me like he does Calum, Luke, or Ashton.
"Right. Cuz' I'm just one of the guys."
He chuckles, pulling my arm and patting the bedsheets beside him while he crushes the empty can of lemonade and tosses it. I sit down beside him and watch confused as he begins to play with my fingers. I meet his eyes for a second, my own glazed with concern.
"You're not."
He hardly mumbles the response and I raise an eyebrow.
"What are you talking about. Of course I am."
He slowly rubs his thumb against my knuckles, tearing his gaze away and concentrating on the small circles he's tracing on my skin. It's ridiculous how even his smallest touches make me more flustered than anything. He seems so anxious for some reason. With one hand still holding my own, he scratches the back of his neck nervously and lets out a huff.
"Don't you know by now that you're more special than the guys? You're more special than anyone."
"Michael. What the hell are you talking about. We've been friends for twelve years and you've never once treated me any different than your friends. If I was special, then why wasn't I treated like it?"
He ducks his head a little, a small frown gracing his soft lips.
"I didn't know how. How to tell you how I felt, I mean. I just didn't wanna get rejected."
I shake my head, butterflies filling my gut.
"You've never once been rejected by a girl, Mike. What makes you think I'm any different?"
His head lifts up at my question and a look of blatant confusion twists at his precious features.
"I've never loved anyone but you. I don't care what those other girls think of me because I am only with them for one night. But you, I'm with you practically every day. And sometimes I don't know what to do with myself when-"
"You loved me?"
I interrupt him, his words just now sinking in. My lungs seem deprived of air as he just nods slightly, a blush creeping to his pale cheeks.
"Love. I love you. Present tense."
Before I even know what I'm doing, I gently grab his reddened face and trap his lips in my own. He stays frozen for a moment, his breathing erratic and his hand clenching mine, as he eventually he melts into the kiss. I slip my fingers down to his shoulders and lace them through the hairs on the nape of his neck. He pulls me on to his lap, placing his arms around my waist and trying to calm his shallow breathing. My heart pumps into my ears while he lets his tongue trace my bottom lip. I part my mouth and instantly taste the sour lemonade, smirking as I do.
Mike's hard lemonade.
He pulls away very slowly, his eyes remaining closed and his red lips grinning. He rests his forehead against my own and releases a light giggle.
"You're not helping."
He glances down at his crotch, which I now notice is a little distended. I can't help but laugh out loud, hiding my face in his neck as he laughs too.
"I knew being straight forward would work eventually. Sorry for being a sappy little shit."
I lean back and raise his chin up, holding his gaze momentarily before dropping another short kiss to his mouth. He lets his eyes flutter closed again with a tiny smile stretching his lips the moment mine leave them.
"And I'm sorry for practically jumping on you."
"No, no, angel. I'm the one who asked to makeout earlier."
"Well, I think you should ask again."
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a/n: it's been for-fuckin-ever since I've updated....sorry babes. leuk imagine coming soon♡
~ab
