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Preference #36: Keep away from me, I've got a hair dryer!

The rain continued to hammer down against my window as I sat cross legged, shaking as I wrapped the blanket tighter around myself, hoping for just a wave of warmth to stop the chills that spread through me. His conversation continues over the chattering of my teeth, ranging from his band practise to how bad the weather is getting. He takes his usual spot besides my bed on the ground with his legs in the air, something he adopted as a child and hasn't grown out of, not that I'm complaining. 

Sometimes when we sit like this I like to think back to when we were younger, how we would play for what seemed like hours until it got dark. Now it seems as if there aren't possibly enough hours in the day until the evening light descends onto us, ruining our hopes and dreams for yet another day. "You even in there?" I snapped out of my thoughts as he lowered his legs and sat upright, looking at me with the blanket tightly wrapped around my top half. 

Raising an eyebrow he waited for me to respond, letting out a small sigh I shook my head. Immediately as he always did he came and sat next to me, bringing my head onto his chest and wrapped his arms around me, the aim to warm me up eventually. "I couldn't help but think about how different things were when we were kids, you know?" Speaking my thoughts aloud was easy with Mike, there was no sense of judgement that I'd get with anyone else. With him I could be me, I could be honest and have no filter. 

"Different how?" Looking up he had a perplexed look written across his face, brows fumbled together and pouting slightly making me smile to myself. 

Moving back to my spot against his chest to where I could hear his heart beating gently, with rhythm just like his soul images played in my mind of the two of us jumping up and down on my bed giggling. Of us playing Star Wars or Harry Potter, anything and everything to keep ourselves amused until dinner time, until Mike had to go back home or go to sleep, even then we'd talk until the sun rose. 

"Everything seemed easier." I began as I buried my head further into his chest, naturally his hand relaxed on my hair, making small strokes vertically as I continued. "Then we could do whatever we liked without worrying for consequences, we would play all the time. We'd do those silly competitions and laugh during them meaning neither of us won due to a default." His chest rose up and down as he let out a soft laugh at the thought of all those times. "The world seemed less intimidating. Life seemed simplistic." Letting out a sigh I closed my eyes, not wanting to reflect on those thoughts anymore. 

All was peacefully silent in my room as the rain hit my window in a therapeutic matter, Michael's heart relaxing me with its steady consistent beat. Feeling myself losing against the battle for consciousness he shuffled, sliding me off of his chest and letting me softly hit the padded fabric that remained warm in his absence. Moaning to myself I was shushed, opening my eyes and rubbing them slightly I readjusted to the evening breaking through my blinds, the usual shades of blues and purples hidden by the grey clouds combining together to cover the entire sky. 

Michael hovered by my door and had a child like smile across his face, "What are you planning?" I knew there was no point in even asking as when a mischievous smile like that formed whatever was whirring away in his brain would happen, whether I wished to be apart of this plan or not. 

"Okay so remember when we were about six or seven and we played 'Lights Out'?" Nodding a vague memory came to mind, unconvinced he continued to explain the concept to me, hoping to pull those memories out of the shrubble of post exam knowledge. "Turn the lights out, submerge ourselves into the darkness of your room and find a weapon to attack the other with, remember?" Once he finished a frown appeared on my face causing him to laugh.

"I certainly remember the bruises." I moaned as I thought back to when he picked up a house phone and hit my arm, leading to me crying and smacking him with my pillow right across the face as a form of revenge. 

Rolling his eyes he jumped back down onto my bed, resting his head in his hands smiling through those green eyes of his, not giving in until I agreed. All I could do was nod, not being able to resist the glint in his eyes when he was happy, how of late this remained a constant which lit me up inside. 

Moving off of my bed I stood near the windows, closing the blind entirely so we remained dependant on the one lightbulb that was centred above my bed. Hitting the light switch he looked at me with wide eyes and mouth a gap before we were submerged into complete darkness, let the games begin. 

I fumbled around momentarily trying to find something use besides my usual pillow to defend myself, whilst I tried to grab onto something of some use I heard Mike mumbling things to himself about what would be an appropriate weapon. "Aha!" He yelled out startling me from what sounded like the other side of my bed. 

"Someone got themselves something useful?" My usual sarcastic attitude came into play as I reached for something under my bed, finding my trustee frying pan that I keep in case of intruders, it's a long story trust me (you can blame Tangled).  

Another laugh escaped the other half of my room, filling the air as I remained incredibly still, holding my frying pan up against my chest. "Keep away from me, I've got a hairdryer!" He yelled trying to sound serious but lost the will half way, erupting into laughter. 

"That the best you could do?" Slowly I moved away from my safe haven and crawled around to the end of my bed, now I could hear him moving ever so slightly as well causing my heart beat to increase. 

All went silent between the two of us as I tried to focus on any noises or movement that could be heard but my ears began to fail me as they filled with the sound of my own heart beat. "Hey." I spoke up, hoping to hear a distant response as opposed to being within a close enough proximity. 

The faint smell of his cologne filled my senses, it was so clear I could picture it in my mind and this was followed by his warm breath. "Hi." Turning my head I lost balance due to the shock of him whispering into my ear. Grabbing onto the first thing I could hold we both fell the short distance landing on the carpet, well me landing on him. 

My hair rests over his face and on the floor as I try and hold myself above him, unsure how I feel about this. Our laughter dies down and we are left in this unknown silence, part of me wishes I could see his face at this moment. I want to see if he still looks happy or if this is making him uncomfortable, all I want his for him to be happy now, happier than he's ever been. Moving my hair I over one shoulder I began to sit up, only to be stopped by a gentle hand against my lower back, one word whispered so faintly the rain drowned it out. 

"Stay." 

Obliged I relaxed against him, our feet tangled together and something felt right about it all. The distant memories of us as children came to mind, seeing how our parents would make comments about the two of us being 'made to last' yet I'd never thought of it in that way. Yet being here in this moment, this specific time nothing has felt more natural. 

His hand moved to my face, gently stroking my cheek before lifting my chin. "Wait this is your face right?" He asked with some genuine concern, a soft chuckle escaped me as I nodded, agreeing with him. "Well that's a relief, as I can do this." 

Before I was given the opportunity to question his motives soft plump lips met mine, it was delicate, almost too soft. His arms wrapped around my waist as he sat upright, my legs connected around his waist and arms found their way to his neck. Deepening the kiss I felt something else, the thoughts of his eyes in the darkness came to mind as the kiss came to an end. 

"Does this mean you see me as more than a friend?" It sounded stupid, unbelievably naive after that to happen, but Mike being himself brought me into a tight hug. The sort of hug he wouldn't do for anyone unless it was to reassure them of something, of anything that mattered. 

"It means you make me happy, truly happy." We remained in the dark for a while, just peacefully together and I no longer reminisced on our childhood antics. 

Maybe the world isn't as intimidating as I thought.