Tomorrow Never Dies

Chapter 60 - "don't hold back"

I woke up as Michael got out of bed, causing my side of the mattress to rise slightly. My eyes opened groggily as I adjusted to the bright light spilling into the bedroom - we must have both forgotten to close the blinds the previous evening.

"I'm sorry about yesterday," I said, coughing quietly.

"It's okay baby, you were just scared. I don't blame you," he responded, wrapping his arms around me and holding me in a tight embrace. "I'd be scared too if I got asked to go to rehab." I smiled sadly. "Anyway, breakfast?"

"Let's make pancakes."

"Good idea." He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me to the kitchen. He put me down on the counter, and stepped right close, his eyes fixed on my lips. He kissed me softly, his hands gently on my cheeks, and I closed my eyes. He bit my lip momentarily then his tongue slipped slowly into my mouth. After making out for a little while, I pulled away and rested my forehead on his. He moved his head so he could kiss my forehead and let me lean on his lips, and there we stayed for a couple of minutes.

"Remember when you first invited me to your dorm, and you opened the door and kissed me?" I asked, reminiscing on our first kiss.

"I honestly don't know what came over me, I must have just looked at you and thought 'that's my future wifey, kiss her you fool!'" I laughed, grinning wildly as he called me his future wife.

"You're so cringey," I grinned, beaming in an ear to ear smile.

"You love it." He kissed my forehead, my nose, my cheeks, and settled with a peck on my lips.

"I do. Anyway, pancakes!" I launched myself off the counter and started rummaging around in the cupboards looking for ingredients while Michael pulled a frying pan from the top shelf. We prepared the batter, him standing behind me with his arms around me as we mixed it together (very messy - would not recommend) and once it was ready we started to fry the pancakes. After we'd done three, we turned off the stove while we stacked them on plates, then put them in the oven to keep them warm. We poured the next three into the pan, then stood confused as they didn't solidify. I started runnimg round the kitchen, trying to figure out what we'd done wrong. "WHY AREN'T MY PANCAKES BECOMING PANCAKES?" I screamed, well aware that Michael was filming me with an embarrassed smile on his face. "What?"

"We forgot to turn the stove back on."

"You're kidding."

"Nope." I sat on the floor and screamed, laughing so hard I felt tears forming in the corners of my eyes. Michael sat next to me and tweeted the video of me yelling about my pancakes.

@michael5sos: the girl i love everyone. (we forgot to put the stove back on oops)

I retweeted it, sending a quick red heart in response, and we got up to carry on cooking. We finished the pancakes, and topped them with whipped cream, maple syrup and blueberries, but as we were adding the cream Michael squirted some at me. I turned to face him squarely and shook my head.

"It is on." I grabbed a handful of blueberries and hurled them at him, watching as they splattered against his chest. He threw a spoonful of flour, which was resting on top of the counter, at me and I coughed and spluttered, wiping my eyes and grasping at my hair. I walked up close to him, stood on my tiptoes so our eyes were level, keepin my face super serious, not even laughing as the egg I cracked on his head dribbled down his face.

"I hate you."

"You love me."

"I do," he smiled, ending the small food fight by putting a dab of whipped cream on my nose then gently kissing it off. We sat at the kitchen table and ate our pancakes in a comfortable silence, chewing happily and smiling at each other occasionally. Once we were done, we washed up, put away the dishes, and went to get washed and dressed for the day ahead. "Do you have a lecture today?"

"Yep, not until 1 though so we've got about an hour before I have to leave."

"That's perfect because I've got band at 1 on campus, we can go up together."

"Sounds like a plan," I grinned as I pulled my hair into braids. "I need to go shopping afterwards so if you need anything put it on the list." He nodded, pausing thoughtfully. "What?"

"I haven't told you yet, we're writing our next album."

"Really?" He nodded. "That's very exciting, I can't wait to hear it!"

"Can I write a song about you?" My mouth fell open slightly.

"Of course you can," I smiled. "Just be honest, don't hold back."

"I promise." I kissed him softly, then pulled away to pack my bag for the day. I shoved my folder and pencil case in, then my car keys and purse, followed by my meds. I went through a mental checklist, making sure I had everything I needed, and nodded as I ticked everything off.

"Ready?" I asked, and he nodded. He grabbed his acoustic guitar, which he kept at home, and we went out to the car. He put his guitar in the back seat, strapped in like a baby's car seat, and I put my bag at his feet, out of my way. I drove to the uni, Ed Sheeran's album playing on repeat, and dropped Michael outside the music block, leaving him with a soft kiss on the lips. I took myself to my lecture hall, parked up, amd made my way inside. I spotted Jensen and slipped into the seat next to him.

"Hey, Eponine," he grinned. "You alright?"

"Fantastic," I smiled back. "You?"

"I'm bloody wonderful, I had Macca's for lunch."

"Of course you did," I frowned, looking at his slim physique. "Guys and their fast metabolisms."

"I know, right! Aren't we lucky?" His voice dropped to a whisper as Professor Bates walked in, launching straight into his spiel about our next assignment. I started making notes almost instantly, still struggling to get used to the differences between journalism and dance.

As soon as the lecture finished, I hugged Jensen and went to see the professor.

"Sir," I began. "I'm fairly new to this class, and I haven't quite-"

"Miss Lighthawk, am I correct?" I nodded. "Have you got the essay due today?"

"No, that was what I was coming to talk to you about. I couldn't manage it yesterday as I had a medical appointment that ended up taking all afternoon," I said, stretching the truth slightly. "I'm really sorry, I'll get it done tonight and I'll email it to you as soon as it's finished."

"This can't happen again, Flora. I don't care if you're famous, you're my student amd I expect your work in, on time and to the best of your ability."

"Yes, sir. Thank you," I said, leaving the lecture hall, walking straight into Michael.

"You okay?" I looked into his eyes and grinned.

"Never better." He took my hand and we walked to the car, ready to go home.

*****
im in york with all my mum's side of the family but not my parents or my brother and it is KILLING me rest in peace lauren
in other news u kmow ur depressed when u fall asleep and ur friend genuinely believes ur dead and also when u tell a different friend ur fantastic amd u get asked if ur being sarcastic lol

song of the chapter: love me by the 1975