She's just a brainiac teenage girl flying through high school. He's just a teenage boy who couldn't care less about grades...but loves to make music.
She secludes herself from most people for a good reason, the fear of getting hurt, she knows plent...
I snuggle into his chest again and feel him place a quick but sweet kiss on the top of my head so I place one on his chest. I hear him let out a soft breath, so I close my eyes and try to fall asleep, knowing that when I wake up it will be Christmas Day.
Sophie's POV:
I wake up to a slightly lit room and a softly snoring Michael. Then it hits me like a summer breeze; it's Christmas and I'm with the one person I truly love. A wave of excitement washes over me. Watching Mike sleep is something I've always loved to do, but today is Christmas and all I want is to spend as much quality time with him as possible before I go back to Sydney for work after Boxing Day. I roll on top of him and place a kiss to his lips, hoping to wake him up sweetly. He lets out a short breath but keeps his eyes closed.
"Good morning Mikey, baby."
He doesn't even stir, just keeps his eyes closed and starts snoring quietly again. So I move on to plan B. I lean down so my lips I right next to his ear and keep my legs either side of his chest.
"It's Christmas Mikey! Wake up and celebrate with me!"
I sit up and bounce on him slightly while I shout at him happily. I watch as his face scrunches up and a low groan escapes his throat.
"Come here, babe. It's too early to be awake and that loud."
His arms snake around my waist trying to cuddle me into his body and settle me down so he can go back to sleep, but I won't let it work, I'm too excited. I wriggle around a bit and rest my head on his chest so that I'm looking up at his face, pouting slightly; plan C.
"Awe...but Mikey...I want to get up and celebrate Christmas with you. Because I love you and haven't seen you in ages. Can we please get up and do something?"
I hear a defeated groan rumble from his lips. I smile, knowing I'm gonna win this time. Just to be sure that I get my way, I start leaving soft light kisses along his jaw leading to his plump, pink lips.
"Come on, baby. Let's get up and get some breaky..."
I seal my request with a passionate kiss on his lips. He kisses back and sits up bringing me with him, his hands secured on my waist.
"Fine, you win...Lets get dressed and get this day started."
"YAY! FINALLY!"
Michael lets me go and I go through my bag, looking for the outfit I picked out to wear today. I feel a pair of arms on my waist once again.
"I love you so much, baby. Merry Christmas."
"I love you too, Mikey. Now go get dressed, so I can."
His hands leave my body and I hear the bathroom door close moments later. I grab out my outfit; an off-grey singlet top with a jet black heart in the middle and a pair of torn blue-jean short-shorts. I sit down on his couch with a bottle of grey nail polish, to paint my slowly growing nails. Michael walks over to me looking handsome as ever, he sits beside me and kisses my cheek, almost bumping me before getting up. He gets something out of a colourful box near his bed. I sit the lid of the polish back in the bottle to let my left hand nails dry before painting the others.
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I watch as Michael comes over to me with his hands behind his back.
"What ya got there, Mikey?"
"This!"
Just as he says this he places a Santa hat on my head, and then one on his own head.
"I haven't even done my hair yet."
"You look beautiful, like always."
I shake my head and let out a small laugh at his cuteness as he sits down beside me again. He takes the nail polish out of my hand and places my right hand on his thigh, before carefully painting my nails.
"Is that okay? It's not too messy?"
"It's fine, thanks."
"I can't wait to give you your present and show you what we're doing today."
"Wait...We said we weren't getting each other any presents. You promised, Michael."
I start worrying and thinking of anything I could possible give or do for Mike since I didn't buy him a present because I thought we agreed on no presents this year and to just spend the day together. I feel him squeeze my hand lightly, showing that he can tell I'm worried now.
"We did say no presents, and so I'm not expecting anything, baby. Your present has to do with what I have planned for us today."
"We aren't doing anything too extravagant right, it's just gonna be you and me...like before?"
"Yeah, but I do have something planned. Finish getting ready and then we'll go into the house and get breaky."
I get up and walk into the bathroom to brush my hair and swap out my normal earrings for ones that are a little more fancy. Once I'm done, I put Mike's Santa hat back on my head and walk over to him on the couch.
