Youth [m.c.]

12// takeoff

Michael and I were cuddled next to each other as the sun set over the horizon. We hadn't been talking much. My head was against his chest and he was playing with my hair. It was kind of perfect, but we both knew that it couldn't last. He was leaving tomorrow night and I was staying here. It would be almost a month before we saw each other again.

"Livia?" Mike finally said.

"Yeah?"

"I want you to keep the shirt I left here."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. I want it to remind you of me."

He left it on purpose. He wanted me to keep it.

"I'll never forget you. Especially since we've got each other's numbers and Twitter and stuff."

"I know."

"I'm not saying I won't, but why do you want me to keep it then?"

"So you remember that someone cares about you as Olivia," he smiled down to me.

"Thank you," I blushed. "But then let me give you something."

"Like what? I can't wear one of your shirts," he giggled.

"You can remember a feeling, right?"

"Of course. Why?"

I sat up and smirked while Michael looked back at me with a questioning look. I laughed a bit at his cluelessness before quickly leaning in and kissing him.

I didn't expect it to be more than a couple seconds, but it went on for almost a minute. He was a good kisser, and he obviously didn't mind my lips on his.

It was a passionate kiss. My hands were in his hair and his hands were roaming my back before one landed on my butt and pulled me into his lap so I was straddling him.

I pulled away with a grin and a giggle. "I figured you'd like that. You've been wanting one all week."

"You were right," he smiled.

"Can I get another one?" He smirked.

"One time only deal, Sidekick."

"What about tomorrow night when I leave? Do I get a goodbye kiss?"

"No way. We are just friends."

"That's not what that kiss felt like." He argued with a smirk.

"Okay, maybe- and I mean maybe- we're in a slight flirtationship."

"I'll take it," he grinned. "Does that mean we can hold hands in public?"

"No. It means we cuddle in private and flirt on the daily."

"We didn't just cuddle and flirt."

"Oh. And you better not tell your friends who I am or show them a picture of me without my mask before the show in September." I was mostly demanding this in fear that one of them knew me, but also keep them waiting a little bit.

"You're meeting them tomorrow, aren't you?"

"What do you mean?"

"When I leave, you're coming to see me off, right? They'll be there."

"Mike-"

"You don't have to if you don't want to."

"Did you tell them I was meeting them?"

"Kind of."

"How do you kind of tell them I was meeting them?"

"Halcyon. I didn't say Livia."