Youth [m.c.]

23// packing

"MICHAEL!" I steamed, rushing into my kitchen from my bedroom.

Mike and I had sex last night, well, early this morning. We did it. We slept together. It wasn't the first time. But, somehow, it was the best yet. We were in the living room, but couldn't actually sleep comfortably. We moved into my bed at about four am, and slept for a few hours. Now, we were both awake. I was scrolling through Instagram when I found a picture Michael posted of me. He must've taken it a couple months ago, but I wasn't looking at the camera, I didn't like the picture.

"Livia," he smiled, sipping from the coffee he just brewed in my Keurig.

"What is this?!" I demanded, showing him this post:

"A birthday post," he grinned. "You're adorable in the picture."

"I am not ready for the picture!"

"You're a model, shouldn't you like getting photographed?" He joked.

"Ugh!" I growled.

"I'm not taking it down. I love it. And I have a ton of these type of pictures on my phone. You're very very cute and I love it. Natural Olivia Tyler. No model, no makeup, just you. The you I fell for. Okay?"

"Okay," I grumbled. "But I'm posting one of you too."

Before he could reply I scurried into my room and locked the door, opening my camera roll to search for the perfect photo.

After about two minutes, I found one, and posted this:

"OLIVIA JOSEPHINE TYLER!" Michael called about two seconds after I posted the picture.

"Michael Gordon Clifford!" I giggled, opening my door and finding him in the kitchen with a pout on his face.

"Where did you get that? It's from forever ago?!"

"Luke," I shrugged. "I asked for some funny pictures of you. He delivered."

"Then I need to get some of your friends' numbers. Who do you recommend?"

"Arzaylea?"

"You have more than her and us."

"Kendall Jenner might. Hailee Steinfeld, I don't know, Mike. I don't really have anyone like a best friend group. Arz and I are getting close, and me and your band too, but I don't have anyone super close. I love my girls, but we're all always busy. We're not as close as best friends should be. It's part of the reason why I didn't trust you at first. Everyone has always been the same for me. Except you," I smiled.

"Except me," he smirked, leaning down and kissing me.

Our kiss was cut short when both of our phones rang.

Arzaylea was calling me, and Luke was calling Michael.

"What's up?" I asked into the phone.

"1st, love that photo of Mike that you just posted. 2nd, Luke and I are coming to your apartment to pick up you and Mike and going to his place so he can pack. You better have a bag ready," she listed into the phone.

"Shit," I mumbled. "Okay, how long until you're here?"

"Ten minutes."

"Okay, just come right up. I'll be rushing around but Miley can answer the door."

"Bye, boo," she giggled.

"Bye, bud."

I put my phone on the counter and sprinted into my bedroom, grabbing a duffle bag and running into my closet.

"I think you should just pack your Calvin's," Michael smirked from my doorway.

"I will, throw them in the bag! They're in that top left drawer!"

I frantically grabbed shirts and dresses, ripped jeans and legging, hoodies and shoes, throwing everything in the bag while Michael picked through my underwear and bra drawers to choose what he liked best.

I ran into my bathroom, grabbing everything I needed when there was a knock on my door.

"MIKEY CAN YOU GET THAT?!"

"Sure," he laughed, waltzing out of my room.

I stayed rushing around my room for a few more minutes before I lugged my duffle out of my room and plopped it on my couch, letting out a grunt as I did so.

"You good?" Luke chuckled.

"Yeah," I breathed heavily.

"Maybe you should change before we go?" Are giggled softly.

I looked down at myself and I noticed my lack of pants (I had on underwear of course) and the fact that I was in a ratty tank top.

"Be right back," I sighed, clomping into my bedroom.

I looked at what was left in my closet and put on:

I came from my bedroom and Mike immediately took my hat off my head.

"No hats!" He cheered.

"Hey! It's just part of my outfit. I'm done hiding, okay?"

"Okay," he smiled, kissing my forehead.

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A/n:

HEY

SHORT AND SWEET

Hope ya loved it💜

New (longer) part soon I promise

-November