Shaded // 5SOS {mgc}

Four

[Allie]

Sun beams break through my blinds the next morning, waking me from my peaceful sleep. Yesterday was a mess. Michael coming over and him consoling me was the highlight.

Michael has always been the shoulder I cried on. Trust me, I love Ella, but with Michael, it's different. I've known Michael since I was 2. We met in daycare after I moved here from San Francisco. He has been there for me for as long as I could remember. I met Ella in kindergarten, alongside Calum. He's been there in more ways than I can count. The mere thought of it makes me smile.

The blonde boy stirred beside me, his usually tamed fringe a tangled mess of hair, his grip around my waist loosening slightly, our legs a wrapped together beneath my wrinkled sheets. I looked at the boy's face, his mouth open slightly, his breathing is deep and warm, fanning over my face.

After my melt down yesterday, me and Michael hung out in my room, trying to do the bit of homework assigned yesterday, (yes, I know, homework on the first day of school sucks ass), but that just ended up in a massive pillow fight on Michael's part. After that, we turned on a movie and cuddled, eventually falling asleep, our usual routine when we hang out.

"Michael," I whisper, "Mikey, wake up."

Michael grumbled and tightens his grip around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I place a soft kiss onto the crook of his neck, soft, supple skin against my lips. He stirs again.

"Allie," he mumbles sleepily, "what are you doing?"

"I'm waking you up," I say with a wide smile.

Michael sat up fully and stretched, fixing his blonde locks and looking at my alarm clock on the nightstand.

*8:00*

"Allie, aren't we going to be late?"

"No, it's Saturday, remember? Our school system is fucked up and started school on a Friday," I say with a weak laugh, "so, if you want to, you can stay here and keep me company all day." I kept my eyes on my fingers, as if they were the most interesting things in the world. I don't think he felt the kiss, hopefully not. I don't wanna fuck up this friendship like I do with everything else.

"Allie, you don't have to ask me if I wanna stay. You know I will. I was probably gonna anyways," he says and grins cheekily at me. A rosy blush creeps slowly across my cheeks. I give him a small smile before throwing the blankets off of my body and running towards my door.

As I'm steps away, a hand tugs at my forearm, halting my movements. Michael turns my body so I'm facing him and backs me up to the wall, pinning my body against it and my wrists over my head. His breath is warm in my ear and he chuckles lowly, goosebumps running across my skin. Thoughts of Mr. Grey threaten to emerge, but I fight them. I'm safe, it's just Michael. Michael could never hurt me.

He lets go off my wrists and steps backwards. "I'm going downstairs first. Don't even think about trying to beat me 'cause you won't, ha!" He giggles and runs out of my room and down the stairs, into the kitchen.

I breathe deeply in attempt to bury my thoughts. I lean up against the wall, my vision blurring as tears fill my eyes. My breathing quickens and my knees shake. Great, that's the last thing I need right now, a panic attack. I sit down slowly and lay down in the fetal position, trying to recompose myself before Michael comes back upstairs.

My panic attacks started shortly after Mr. Grey. Lately I've become more depressed so they've came more frequent, but they never last to long and I've learned to cope with them.

After a minute or two, I'm able to catch my breath and wipe away my tears. I grip my desk chair and pull myself to my feet, trying to fix myself a bit. Still a bit shaky, I make my way downstairs and into the kitchen, where Michael is already fixing himself a bowl of cereal and burning something in the toaster.