Chapter 31
"Michael, how could you!" I whined, walking into the LA house.
"I knew you'd be mad, I'm sorry." Michael frowned, "But the boys convinced me into doing it."
"But I had just dyed my hair purple! Now you have red and black hair, so I basically went through all that trouble with my parents for nothing!"
"I'm sorry, please don't get too mad at me." Michael frowned.
I gave him a small smile, "I could never be mad at you."
Michael smiled back, grabbing my waist and pulling me closer to him. He looked down at me, then kissed me on the lips. It was just a quick, small kiss, but it still made me feel as though fireworks were set off in my body.
I sat in Michael's arms for a couple more minutes before he let me go, bringing me into the living room. I instantly spotted Ashton sitting on the couch, his eyebrows furrowed as he stared at his phone. When he heard Michael and I's footsteps coming closer to him, he glanced up, then gave me a small smile.
"Hi Stephanie." Ashton said, and I couldn't help but smile right back at him. He didn't hate me, it felt amazing knowing that.
"Hi Ashton." I replied, and Michael nudged me with his arm, looking at me with a confused expression.
I got out my phone and texted him,
we apologized
When Michael read the text, he glanced at me and smiled. I could tell Michael was relieved that at least one of his friends didn't completely hate me.
"We're gonna play Call of Duty together like we used to, is that alright? I want to prove that I can still beat you." Michael smirked as he grabbed two Xbox controllers.
I rolled my eyes, "Yeah right, I always kicked your ass!"
Michael frowned, "Did not!"
"Did to!"
"Did not!"
"Did-" I got cut off by Ashton.
"Why don't you two play the game, and whoever wins gets to make the other person do something?" Ashton said, and I started smirking while slowly turning my head to look at Michael. He was already looking at me.
"That sounds fun." Michael said, his face now serious.
"Yeah, let's do that." I confirmed, then Michael turned on the Xbox.
Let the war begin.
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"That was complete bullshit!" Michael screamed as the round ended. He had lost to me.
"No it wasn't! See, I told you I could kick your ass!" I laughed, and Michael looked like he was dissapointed with his entire life.
"Oooh Stephanie, what're you gonna make Michael do?" Ashton asked, giggling.
What was I going to make Michael do? I could make him lick my feet, dance around naked, basically do anything. This doesn't happen just anytime, so I had to take this decision seriously.
"I want you to get in your underwear and sit on Ashton's lap, pretending like he's Santa. But you have to have your arms wrapped around his neck, oh, and make sure you bat your eyelashes and smile at Ashton." I said, deciding not to think into it too much. If I had, then I probably would've done something small and pointless.
"That's easy!" Michael laughed, but Ashton looked semi-horrified.
"You have to post it on Keek and Instagram." I piped up, and Michael froze.
"No!" He whined.
"Yes, you have to!" I smirked.
"Please, don't make me!" Michael frowned.
"Too bad." I shrugged, watching Michael stand up.
"Uh, don't I get a say in this?" Ashton piped up, looking at me seriously.
"No, you made up this game, so you have to go along with it. Can I use your phone for recording?"
Ashton nodded, playing around with his phone before handing it to me. While Ashton continued to whine about not wanting to do this, Michael got into his underwear.
"Let's just get this over with..." Michael muttered from behind me, and I turned around. I couldn't help but sweep my eyes up and down his body. Surprisingly, he was wearing tight, black boxers. It honestly wasn't something I had expected Michael to ever wear.
"Stop eyeballing me!" Michael frowned, and I just blushed.
"Okay, go sit on Ashton's lap." I ordered, and Michael did as I said.
Michael sat on Ashton's lap, his side facing towards Ashton's face. Michael kicked his legs on the side of Ashton's, then wrapped his arms around his best friend's neck.
"Ready, set, go!" I said, then started recording.
"Hello Santa!" Michael said in a high pitched voice, batting his eyelashes at Ashton.
"Hello there little girl, what do you want for Christmas?" Ashton asked in a deep voice. He sounded uncomfortable, which made me want to burst out laughing.
"I want a sparkley unicorn dolly, maybe a new barbie house, and a Luke Hemmings!" Michael said, completely acting like a little girl. Each time he listed a new thing, his head bobbed from one side to the other. I couldn't help but let out a little giggle, it was too funny to hold in my laughter.
"I'll be sure to get you that, ho ho ho!" Ashton said, and then I stopped recording.
"That's good." I smirked, watching the finished product before I posted it online.
"I really hate you right now, I hope you realize this..." Michael muttered as he put his clothes back on quickly.
"I know, but it was sooo worth it." I laughed, Ashton looking totally embarrassed.
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This is just a silly chapter I guess. I wanted it to be happy because the other ones have been like ......... sooo, yeah. It was also short, but oh well.
There was a small part in this chapter that you probably passed up while reading, thinking it was nothing, but it will actually play a HUGE part in this story... hehehe (;
