Kiss Me Like You Mean It || M.C.

"Kiss me like you mean it"

"Michael, Brian's a nice guy! I'm going on this date," you said to him.

You and Michael had been best friends for absolutely ever. He's been there for every up and down and anything in between. This included awful dates and bad breakups, letting him get his 'I told you so's' in every once in a while.

"Sapphire, I just have a bad feeling about this one!" Michael countered. You pulled on your heels and Michael sighed. He knew he wasn't going to win this one.

"Mike, if anything happens I will call you okay? I promise," you reassured him.

"Okay, okay," he agreed, half-heartedly nodding.

You finished getting ready in your room as Michael huffed around downstairs. Seven pm came and there was nothing. No text, no knock, no doorbell. You shrugged thinking maybe he'll be a few minutes late. You could handle that. What Michael had said to you just moments before had you on edge. It was now half past seven, and still no word from your date, Brian.

"Sapphire, he's not coming!" Michael shouted from downstairs. "You're gonna wear a hole in the floor if you keep pacing like that!" He didn't even have to see you to know that's what you were doing.

"Michael he's coming!!! He said seven but maybe he's a bit late!!" You yelled back.

You didn't even notice there had been a tears slipping down your cheeks. It was now 8:30 pm and there was no sight of Brian. Your phone buzzed loudly against the top of your dresser and you turned it over, just knowing the text was probably from Michael, rubbing it in your face about your evening. It was from Michael but it didn't read what you had expected.

'Put on some pajamas, I'm going out to get your favorite ice cream.'

You dried your eyes and trudged down the stairs and sat on the couch, waiting for Michael's return. You were mindlessly scrolling through Twitter, subtweeting Brian, when Michael returned.

"Hey Sapphire. Got your favorite," he said gently. It was a routine. Bad dates, breakups, or just a bad day in general, Michael always had your favorite ice cream ready. You two were probably the reason for Ben and Jerry's staying in business. He grabbed two spoons from the kitchen and plopped on the opposite end of the couch with his own carton. You didn't eat much of it, Michael hardly noticing as he had already devoured half of his pint.

"You'll feel better if you actually eat it, instead of looking at it and making me the fatass," Michael chuckled. You smiled and scooped a bit, placing the spoon to your lips, pushing the spoon in your mouth.

"Mikey?"

"Hmm?" He asked, a mouthful of ice cream, his container almost done.

"Why do boys suck?" You asked.

"Hey... I'm a boy!" He countered.

"You know what I mean! Boys that like me... or say they do anyway..." you sighed.

"I like you Sapphire. And I know for a fact that I do not suck. I'm the greatest," Michael replied smugly.

"Michael you have to like me. We're best friends," you said.

"Yeah, but I don't have to think you're beautiful when your nose scrunches as you laugh. I don't have to think that your laugh is my favorite sound. Or that the way your eyes sparkle could give the stars a run for their money. And if I didn't like you, I definitely wouldn't be jealous every time you go out on a date with a different guy," Michael gushed. His face was burning red and he stared down into his nearly empty ice cream container.

"Michael... I.. I had no idea," you replied, crawling closer to him on the couch. "Hey.. look at me," you said, lifting his chin.

"Why didn't you say anything before?" You asked.

"I didn't want to mess up our friendship," Michael admitted.

"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, Michael. I'd be damned if I let anything happen to us."

"Does that mean I can kiss you?" Michael asked, almost afraid to push his luck.

"Do you even have to ask?!"

You both leaned in and Michael gently pressed his lips to yours before pulling away.

"Thank you," he said, leaning back, a smile stretching across his face.

"That's all I get after you just admitted your feelings for me?!" Michael's eyes widened. "Now get over here and kiss me like you mean it!" You demanded playfully.

Michael didn't need to be told twice. Gently but firmly he placed his hand on the back of your neck and a hand on your waist as he pulled you in, locking his lips with yours. Your lips moved in a perfect rhythm making your stomach flutter and your head spin. You pulled away to breathe and pressed your forehead to his, smiling big.

"Why did we wait so long to do that?!" Michael asked incredulously.

"Because you're too stubborn to say anything!" You jabbed. Michael grabbed your ice cream and placed it on the table before grabbing you by the waist and pulling you into him.

"Well you're mine now," he said, nuzzling his face into your neck.

"I wouldn't have it any other way," you replied, relaxing into his arms.