Instagram // m.c

f i f t e e n

after a twenty three hour flight, which michael spent sleeping for the most part, he was landed in Dublin. wheeling around two suitcases trying to find liam wasn't the easiest thing for the jet-lagged boy, but he coped. he walked towards the boy holding up a sign with michael's name on it, greeting him with a hug. they hadn't spoken much, but regardless they were glad to meet each other. liam knew lane was crazy about michael, and was more than happy to help him out.
after a brief chat, the boys headed out to liam's car. michael was already fascinated by dublin, even if the only thing he'd seen was the airport and the rain outside. typical ireland.

while michael was sitting in liam's car, singing along to old all time low songs, lane was at home, praising the fact that her father wasn't home. with her little brothers at school too, she has the whole house to herself, which was a rare privilege for her. she couldn't wait to move into her own little place; maybe own a pet or two, decorating the house as she wanted. she didn't like the current state of the house; sure, it was bigger than an average house and all, but the decor was an eye sore.
as she was binge-watching the last season of keeping up with the kardashians, the doorbell rang through the house. she sighed, wondering who it could be as she threw the blanket off of her body and paused the tv, trudging to the front door, muttering under her breath, asking herself who had the mindset to interrupt her show.
she opened the door, her jaw dropping when she saw the boy she had come to know so well over the internet standing in front of her eyes, a big smile glued on his face and a cheesy teddy bear holding a heart in his hands.
"hey, let's be friends," he smiled, kissing lane's lips, making her melt under his touch.

i'm somewhat proud of this but then it's the worst thing i've written lol