Enchanted || 5sauce

Chapter Twenty

Three pills, two cups of tea, and one awkward encounter with Michael's mother later, I was alone again.

When I was downstairs making Michael a cup of tea, I was suddenly aware of another presence in the kitchen with me.

"Two sugars, love," I turned around after hearing the females voice, seeing an absolutely gorgeous woman stood in the doorway. She didn't seem too old, nor too young, and her and Michael shared a lot of the same features. Older sister, maybe? I would say mother, but she seemed too young.

"Milk?" I asked, getting out another cup and putting the teabag in. I tried not to over-analyse the situation. I'm sure Michael didn't always bring home girls with emotional baggage.

"Please," she was suddenly beside me, assessing my every movement. "Are you comfortable in my sons shirt?" She asked, inspecting every inch of me.

I nodded, looking down at the shirt. It was Michael's American flag shirt, and came halfway down my thighs. It was the most comfortable thing I'd been in to date.

"Yeah, its really soft, and it smells of-" I cut off suddenly, realising what she'd said. This isn't how I imagined meeting Michael's mum, if at all.

"It's fine, he explained some of the situation to me, feel free to stay as long as you need, as long as you make me tea in the morning too," she winked, taking the now finished tea from me.

I nodded once, opening my mouth to thank her, but she'd already gone. When I told Michael about my little run-in with his mother, he'd laughed, and said he didn't get his coolness from his dad.

He'd then taken his tea from me, and set it on the bedside table, not glancing at it as he grabbed my waist and dragged me on top of him. His left eye dropped down into a wink and I barely had enough time to tell him not to do whatever it was he was planning before my body was whipped around, and I was being pinned down on the bed.

I squealed slightly as his fingers attacked my sides, my squeals turning into loud laughter. "Don't tickle me!" I gasped out, grabbing both of his hands in mine.

He cocked an eyebrow at me, his face dangerously close to mine. "Why not?"

"Do you have any idea how cliché that is?" Our noses brushed lightly and my breath caught in my throat.

"Do you have any idea..." His voice trailed off as our eyes locked once again. "Just how much I want to kiss you right now?"

I didn't respond, but my eyes flicked to his mouth more than three times in the ten seconds that passed, giving him my response.

He wound one arm around my waist, the other going to my back, pulling us towards eachother. He brushed his lips on the skin above my lips, successfully teasing me. I pulled him downwards by his chin, and he tutted, pulling away completely.

I frowned, my body craving his lips against mine, as he winked once more. "Bit eager, are we?"

"Shut up and kiss me, Clifford," I growled, grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him down once again.

This time he complied, smashing his soft and warm lips against mine. His hands moved down slowly from my back, tickling me and turning my bones to butter, to rest on my bum while he playfully bit down on my lower lip, giving it a small squeeze.

His kisses begin lightly and sweetly, his lips sucking harshly on mine. They turn into hot, shivery kisses soon enough, him biting down on my lips to get quiet moans out of me.

He pulled away for a second, sucking in a quick breath, then capturing my lips into another kiss, my hands pulling at his hair as the tip of his tongue lightly traced my lips once before he pulled away again.

"I've got band practice at ten," he whispered huskily and I shivered, looking at his alarm clock. It was nine forty five. "But I'll be back before twelve. We can continue this then?"

I'd nodded, and he'd pecked my lips once again, getting up and getting dressed right there as I watched in awe. Truth be told, that was probably the best few kisses I'd had in my life.

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And so I was here, in Michael's room, sitting on his bed. I was reading one of his comics, and listening to the radio. I'm not one hundred sure what radio station it was, but it had all the music I loved listening to playing. It was currently Fireworks by You Me At Six.

"So this is the end of you and me, we had a good run and I'm setting you free to do as you want, to do as you please, without me," I sang, closing my eyes and swaying slightly.

I felt so calm in this moment, so completely myself, and just to at peace. I felt as if nothing could disturb me for once, and I could actually enjoy some time being Tia.

"Remember when you were my boat and I was your sea? Together we'd float so delicately but that was back when we could talk about anything," a voice from the doorway sung, and I smiled, assuming it was Michaels voice.

"'Cause I don't know who I am, when you're running circles in my head," I sang quietly.

"And I don't know just who you are when you're sleeping in someone else's bed," he chimed in. I opened my eyes, glancing at the door slightly, freezing at the sight in front of me. Luke. "Three whole words and eight letters late," he carried on, his voice hitching towards the end.

"And that would have worked on me yesterday," I sang to him, turning my back on him. "We're not the same, I wish that could change, but it can't. And I'll say your name and in the same breath, I'll say something that I'll grow to regret."

"So keep your hands on your chest and sing with me that we don't wanna believe," he finished the verse, and we both looked at eachother during the chorus, a million and one unspoken things passing between us.

"'Cause I don't know who I am when you're running circles in my head, and I don't know just who you are when you're sleeping in someone else's bed."

"So it's true what they say, if you love someone, you should set them free," I sang again, a tear forming in the corner of my eye. I blinked it back, refusing to let Luke get to me once again.

"Oh, it's true what they say when you throw it away," he sang back, trying to push back his emotions too. I stood up then, walking straight past him and heading into the landing, stopping at the top of the stairs, unable to go down them just yet.

"Oh, 'cause I don't know who you are, when you sleep with somebody else, 'cause I don't know who I am when you're sleepin' with him," he belted out, and a tear escaped my eye.

"It's true what they say, when you throw it away," I said over the top of Josh's singing voice, then rushing down the stairs and smiling at the boys in the kitchen.

I needed a cup of tea.

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