help //m.c.\\

chapter thirteen

             I woke to Michael laying beside me with his arm lazily wrapped around me, but we were close. Hamlet was cuddled up against my leg. The smell of bacon embraced me and fuck I was hungry. I tried to get up, but I was stopped by Michael pulled me back down.

"Don't get up just yet." His morning voice was so raspy and deep. It was attractive as fuck. I rolled over so I was facing him. He opened his eyes and smiled at me.

"You're so warm." He said pulling me closer.

"Mikey, they are making food upstairs and I want some." I complained, but I didn't really want to get up.

"I don't care. I wanna cuddle." He ran his hand up my side and I giggled a little cause it tickled. He smirked and rapidly moved his fingers and started tickling me. I screamed and burst out laughing.

"Mike-Michael! St-stop! Fuck you! Quit!" I said out breath. He giggled and continued torturing me. He somehow managed to get on top of me and tickle my stomach. I was wiggling all over the place and my knee flung up hard hitting him in the nuts.

"FUCK!" He screamed. Once I caught my breath, I looked over at him, now realizing what I had done. I, once again, burst out laughing.

"Shut the fuck up. I think my balls are in my stomach. Holy shit, that fucking hurt you asshole!" He said getting up.

"It was your fault. You wouldn't stop. Its not like I planned to murder your balls." I said raising my hands up in defense. He sighed and held his hand out to help me up. I took his offer, but when I got up, he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder and walked up the stairs.

"Michael! Put me down you asshat!"

"Okay." He said as he dropped me, but caught me right when I almost touched the ground. I was extremely surprised that he could hold me like this. Yes, he is scrawny, but I'm thicker than the average sixteen year old girl. He set me down and just let me lay there. I looked up at the ceiling and sighed. Luke walked over to me and helped me up. They had made eggs, bacon, pancakes, and sausage. And of course they had pizza out. I sat down next to Calum and took some of the bacon he had in his hand and ate it.

"Teegan! I was going to eat that!" He glared at me.

"Well, I ate it. I can try to regurgitate it if you want me to." I smirked at him.

"Please don't do that. You'll most likely hack up what you've eaten in the past month." Ash laughed.

       When all of the food was shoved down our throats and gone, I went to go take a nap. Hamlet jumped up on the couch and started licking my face. I tried to get him to stop by slightly pushing him off of my face, but he took that as a start to a game. He bit my fingers and played with them.

"Really? Kid, my fingers aren't chew toys. Go chew on Luke's shoes."

"No don't tell him that! I like my shoes." Luke says picking them up and holding them close to his chest. Hamlet laid his head down with his tail moving at an impressive pace. I pulled out my phone and started scrolling through Twitter.

"Shit, I haven't been home in a while. I should probably go back." I say getting up.

"Why do you need to go home? Your dad isn't there so you don't have to." Luke says trying to stop me.

"I should clean up the place and shower. I'm not gonna be able to live there anyways, I don't own the place."

"We can go with you and help clean up. It won't take as long with all five of us." Ashton says.

"Whatever. You guys gotta keep an eye on my kid or he'll get into everything." I add as we walk across the street.  When we get up to the porch, its a different color than before.

"That is so disgusting." I say trying to walk around all of the blood. The inside of this house held too many memories to remember. I wish over half of them weren't as bad as they were. All of the lights were broke and it was dark inside besides the sunlight shinning through the windows. There was so much stuff on the floor. Old pictures, clothes, broken glass, towels, food, lots of trash, and what I think and hope are dead bugs. I walk past it all and go into my room to find it exactly how I left it. My room is the cleanest room in the house, but it still has stuff scattered everywhere. Hamlet hops up on my bed and lays down. All of the pictures that were on my dresser had fallen. There was one picture that caught my eye. The frame had been ripped apart and was drawn on with what looked like red lipstick. The picture was of my dad, mom, Luke, and I. I remember taking this picture. We had just gotten back from the first day of second grade. Liz was going to take me for the weekend because my parents were going on vacation and they wanted time to themselves. Luke and I were ecstatic about this sleep over. I sat the picture down and realized I had been standing there for like five minutes staring at it. The boys had shown themselves around and they ended up in my room looking at all of my stuff. I honestly didn't remember what all I had in this room.

"Was this your mom?" Calum asked holding up a picture of my mother and I. I smiled and nodded.

"She's gorgeous."

"So was her personality."

"That's a turn on. Good face, good personality. The whole package." I giggled at how stupid he is. They continued to look through everything as I laid on my bed debating whether I should go shower or stay here and sleep. Michael had picked up a bag off of the floor and almost everything fell out of it.

"Shit, I didn't mean to do that."

"The room is a mess anyways, so it doesn't really matter. Plus, I had drawings in there so you can look through those." Michael came and sat down next to me with all of the papers he had gathered. They were drawings of some famous people and my mom is in there a couple times.

"You drew these?" I nodded.

"Holy shit Teegan! These are good, like really good! When did you start drawing?"

"I got really into drawing when I was eleven. I don't draw as much anymore."

"Why? If you did, they would look extremely realistic."

"It takes so long to finish them and a lot of work is put into one picture and ugh." Luke laughs.

"The lazy Teegan I've always known."