Youth [m.c.]

11// apartment tour

When I woke up, I was no longer the only one of the chaise.

Michael's arms were around my waist, his hands on my bare stomach.

"Michael," I whispered in hopes of peacefully waking him up.

"Michael," I said a bit louder.

He switched positions a bit, but still didn't wake up.

"Michael!" I screamed, making him jump awake and fall off of the chair.

"Livia," he sighed, sitting up from the floor and rubbing his eyes.

"Michael," I giggled, smiling down at him.

"Livia, why would you wake me up like that?"

"I tried to wake you up other ways, but they didn't work," I laughed.

"You are so rude."

"You are too."

"You know what I am? Hungry. What time is it?"

"10:34," I answered, looking at my phone.

"Shit," he muttered.

"What? Do you have somewhere to be?"

"I'm hanging out with the boys today. Ash and Cal got back from Hawaii and Luke isn't with Arz today so we're going out. We're going to a 30 Seconds to Mars concert tonight."

"But that's later."

"I was supposed to be at Ash and Cal's by now."

"Okay. Your jeans are in the dryer and so is your shirt," I said, trying to hide my frown.

"Don't be sad. It's one day. Plus, you're not going to get anything done with me here. We proved that yesterday."

"Tomorrow?"

"Sorry, we've got a bunch of interviews but I'm sure we can figure something out."

"It's okay. I need to record. You're still gonna help me find a label and give out demos, right?"

"No. Because you've already found a label."

"No I haven't," I corrected.

"Hi or Hey Records. I'm not letting anyone else steal you. If you're going to be famous, it's going to be on your own terms."

"But once I record you'll listen to it?"

"Of course."

"I'll send them to you, then."

"Of course," he mimicked with the same stupid smirk.

Michael changed his clothes and left, leaving me to put furniture back in its place and put the finishing decor touches on my apartment.

It only took two hours for me to get everything how I wanted it, which is less time than I thought. So I decided to do some laundry.

I didn't notice it when he went to his friends' house, but Michael left his Roy English shirt here. I don't know if he did it on purpose or if he was rushing and forgot it, but it was sitting on the floor in the middle of the room.

I didn't know what to do with it. It wasn't mine, so I didn't put it in my dresser, but I couldn't just leave it either. I kept it nicely folded on a shelf in the laundry room. I didn't wash it, it smelt like him. I wanted it to stay that way.

Michael texted me on Monday afternoon after not communicating all over the weekend.

Mikerowave: We should hang out today. I wanna see your finished apartment