Shaded // 5SOS {mgc}

Five

[Michael]

The weekend ended just like it always does. All weekend, I had stayed at Allie's. It had never been a big deal since her family was never home.

Her mother always went with her girlfriends on spa retreats, and her sister, Samantha, went to her friends house every weekend. Her parents didn't trust Allie enough to let her watch Sam.

Allie's father went on business trips with Mr. Grey and his lawyer friends monthly for days at a time. Allie never went since Grey was there and her father abused her constantly. If her father ever found out about the assault, Grey would deny it and her father would lash out even worse. Allie has kept the secret in for 2 years without telling anyone except for Ella, Calum and I.

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On Saturday, she and I sat on the long couch in her basement, her head on my lap. I had to shift many times to try and conceal my quite evident hard on. In the middle of our movie marathon, she began tickling my sides slightly. "What do you think you're doing?" I boom. Leaning towards her, tickling her sides, my fingers running up and down her torso frantically, her breathily giggles filling the room.

She squeals, flops off of the couch and stands in front of the television, the luminescent light emitting a haunting glow across the pale contours of her face.

I stand and stalk towards her, drinking in her features. She was the prettiest girl. Her dark eyelashes framed two flawless sapphire eyes above perfectly sculpted cheekbones. Her nose sat perched above a pair of soft, pink, plump lips, dying to be kissed. Her flushed cheeks burning in her anxious state. Her beautiful blonde hair reaches just above her flat stomach and petite waist.

The tension between us has been growing heavier over the years. I want more. I want her.

Her eyes light up as I take three hesitant steps towards her frail body. A smile plays at her lips, "Think you can catch me?" She says cockily, swaying her tiny hips. I smirk and lunge forward, attempting to grasp her wrist. Allie giggles and rips her wrist away. She runs to the spiralled staircase and pauses, gripping the handle tightly.

Bounding towards her, I wrap my arms tightly around her waist, and ease her down to the laminate surface. Releasing the support bar, she grips my shoulders, lust filled eyes staring into mine.

My grip loosens as my eyes exchange between her eyes and her perfect lips.

I had a newfound compulsion to grab Allie by the back of the neck and mold our lips together, and it wouldn't seem to go away.

"Al?" I questioned softly.

Allie slowly raised her eyes from my lips to my emerald eyes, her cheeks taking on a slight pink colour, "yes?"

I stared silently at her, adoring her barely noticeable freckles and reddened cheeks. They were things I knew she would deny were anything special, but they were perfect to me. Everything about her was perfect to me.

I'm moving too fast, I thought, I'm way more into her than she is too me.

But in that moment, I couldn't care less about typical guidelines for relationships, or whether or not my feelings were requited; my mind was solely consumed by the angelic girl pressed underneath my body.

My heart beat fast as I slowly leaned towards Allie, moving a stray piece of hair from her face, no longer paying to the movie playing in the background, only watching each other.

Placing my palm softly on her cheek, I search her eyes, seeing if she was okay with what I was about to do.

When I saw no objections, I continued on, my mind racing with a million different thoughts.