Zero Out || M.C.

Eight

It's been a few weeks since Michael and I finally went on our first date, which was amazing might I add. We have gone out almost every night since then. He's been taking me to all these different places, testing me to see what I like and what I don't. We have gotten to know each other much better now and things were already getting super comfortable with us. Although I had told myself that I would take things really slow with him in fear that is mess things up because of my old habits.

The one thing I like most about him so far was the fact that he would change his hair color every month or so. He had said he didn't have much of a reason to do it other than he thought it would be fun and he was just bored of having such a bland natural color and he found natural colored hair boring. He then went on to talk about how much he loved the color of my hair because it wasn't one you saw often and it was so bright and fun.

The thing with Michael was that we could be with each other for an entire day and not get bored with each other. Sure there were silences but they weren't awkward. They were comfortable silences and I enjoyed them more than I thought I would. I was never really good with silence but with him, it felt alright.

Things with Ashton had taken an unexpected turn these last few weeks. He has stopped staying with me at my place, leaving me alone most nights. He said he didn't think it was a good idea that we sleep in the same bed anymore considering Michael was around now. "If I was Michael I would hate it knowing my girl went home every night and slept in a bed with another man" he had stated trying to explain his reasoning. I guess I agreed but it hurt knowing Ashton and I already weren't as close as we were a month ago. Along with that I had tried multiple times to ask Ash about his feelings for me and make sure he's ok with me being with Michael all the time and anytime it's brought up he changes the subject faster than you would be able to say 'cupcake'. It was getting on my nerves how distant he was becoming with me. I didn't want our friendship to end because of Michael. I needed both of them in my life.

"Hey Ro!" Michael called out as he walked into my apartment.

"That's not my name!" I whined, spotting him walking into my room and throwing himself down on my bed next to me.

He laughed to himself and licked his lips. "I know but I love how much it bugs you. It's cute. "

He leaned over to me planting a sweet little kiss on my lips before wrapping his arms around me to pull me into him. "Why are you still in bed?"

"It's still early!" I turned around in his arms to face him.

"It's almost noon!" he laughed as he spoke.

I smiled at him, resting my forehead up against his. "Like I said. Still early. " I whispered up against his lips, slowly kissing him after speaking.

Michael tore his lips away from mine and began planting wet kisses all over my face.

"Michael stop" I giggled as he moved his lips from my nose to my forehead.

"Never" he whispered between kisses.

I had become a totally different person since Michael entered my life. While I would spend every night getting drunk, having one night stands, and hating everyone and everything before, now I was happy. I was finally truly happy and I had stopped shutting everyone out. He made me feel like it was ok to have emotions and I didn't have to pretend like I didn't. In only a few weeks he made me feel whole again something I haven't felt in a long time. I was just constantly happy and giddy with Michael by my side. I didn't mind just sitting here talking all day. I was changing and he could tell. I knew he could.

Once Michael ha finally stopped kissing my face we laid in silence for a few moments just looking at each other. "What do you wanna do today?" His words broke our silent stare down.