Michael helped you pick out your clothes right away. He seemed really into it which was cute to you.
He picked out a red dress that you had. It is tight fitting at the top, with a short sleeve, and flares at the bottom slightly. It's like a skater dress. You proposed the idea of pairing it with a black belt and a Santa hat to top it off. You rocked the whole "sexy Christmas" look.
Michael put on a black button down shirt and black pants. He paired it with a red tie and a Santa hat as well. You two could totally pass as a couple.
"Alright, y/n, I've got the food, I look hot, you look hot, we are all ready." You laugh at his remark.
"Okay, I'm excited."
*
At around 8:00 people start to arrive. By 9:30 the place is packed. Just like any other year.
You wander off into the living room and grab a spot by a mutual friend. You guys met and the last party Michael had. Her name is Claire. She's a really nice girl, but last time she got so drunk. It was hilarious, seeing her dancing all over everyone. She looks so innocent, no one would ever see her doing the things she does when drunk.
Claire gets up to go get a beer and you are left there alone on the couch. Someone comes over, you don't know who it is.
"Hey.... baby," he burps in between words. You can already tell this is not going to be good.
"Can I help you?" He is kind of cute though.
"Yeah!" He beams drunkly. "I wanted to know if you want to take the party upstairs. If you know what I mean." He smirks at you.
Oh god.
"No thanks, this is really where the parties at." You settle deeper into the brown sofa.
"Hey, we could do it right here that's okay too," he scoots closer to you and puts a hand on your face.
"No," you try to push his hand away. "Stop it!"
He slides his hand down your neck and onto your chest. His smirk widens. Right before you use your hand to punch him right in the balls.
"Ouch! What the hell?" He shouts.
"No, what the hell you?" Michael comes up from behind you and stabs the guy in the chest with his index finger.
"It's none of your business. And that didn't even make sense!" He stands up.
Michael is much taller than this guy. That makes you smile.
"Get your shit-encrusted hands off of her." Michael points at the guy.
"Is she your girl? Because if not, I can do what I want." He scoffs.
"One, no the fuck you can't. And two, yeah she is." Michael gulps and turns toward you. He takes your face in his hands gently and looks into your eyes.
When he sees that it's okay, he kisses you.
"Fine man, whatever." He shrugs and walks away from you and Michael.
"Thank you," you smile, your cheek still caressed in Michael's hand.
"No problem," he runs his thumb across your cheek before turning and heading back to what looked like a game of beer pong.
Michael has always been there for you. You could not be more grateful that he was able to see you in that moment. Michael has been and still is one of the best friends you've ever had.
So would it be bad to turn into something more?
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MERRY CHRISTMAS TO THOSE WHO CELEBRATE.
I KNOW I SAID I WOULD POST THIS TODAY AND I TRIED. I know it's after midnight but I can only type so fast. I hope you guys enjoy!!
-morgan
