Chapter 35
I woke up feeling uncomfortable. I looked down, and saw that my jeans from last night were still on. I wanted to pull them off, but didn't want to do that since I was still at the LA house.
I froze.
Wait, I was still at the LA house.
Damnit, I was supposed to go home yesterday. I should've suspected that going to a party with alchohol would mean there would be no way I was going home, but still.
I stood up from the bed, leaving Michael's grip. I could still remember last night. Well, not perfectly clear, but clear enough to know that Michael and I didn't "do anything."
I yawned, stretching as I walked over to the mirror that was hanging on the wall. I felt my heart skip a beat as I saw that I was shirtless. Maybe Michael and I had gone farther than I thought?
I looked around the room for my shirt, but it wasn't on the floor. I padded over to the bed, a big mess of white sheets and a pale body.
I carefully lifted the blanket, searching for my black shirt. When I found it, I quickly slid it on.
"Michael." I whispered, shaking the sleeping boy gently. I didn't want to scare him.
He didn't wake.
"Michael." I shook him again, and his eyes peeled open slowly, but shut again due to the sunlight.
"Mmm?" Michael mumbled, not moving.
"I have to go home, I'll probably get grounded though." I said quietly, and Michael's eyes instantly opened.
He sat up, completely oblivious of the sunlight that had bothered him before. The blankets fell off his chest, showing his naked torso. I could feel myself start to bite my lip, Michael was so attractive.
"Really? I forgot about that..." Michael said, looking sad.
"It's fine, really. I had a fun time last night." I shrugged, sitting on the bed.
"I can't even remember what happened last night..." Michael groaned, rubbing his face with his hands.
It was silent for a couple seconds as Michael grazed his eyes across my face, then to my neck. They stayed there.
"Actually, I think I might know what happened..." Michael chuckled, pointing towards my neck.
I furrowed my eyebrows, touching my neck. I couldn't feel anything unfamiliar, so what was he saying? Did my neck look funny?
"What's wrong with my neck?" I asked in an offended tone.
Michael laughed, "You're clueless, aren't you?"
I watched as Michael grabbed his phone, then showed it to me. The camera was on, and I looked at myself.
Jesus, I looked terrible. But there was one thing that stood out, the hickies on my neck.
"Oh for fuck's sake..." I groaned, knowing my parents would kill me.
"Does this mean we... did it?" Michael asked, coughing as he blushed.
I shook my head, "No, we didn't."
After I said that, the room became silent. Michael and I didn't even look at each other, we just stared off, in our own little worlds.
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"Where were you?" My mom screamed at me as soon as I walked through the front door.
"Michael called me late last night and needed help. I went over to his house to... comfort him." I said, sounding nonchalant.
Instead of yelling at me, my mom just stared at me. Without talking, she silently walked away.
What was that all about?
I shrugged, going upstairs to my room. I texted Michael immediantly, telling him what had happened with my mom.
I honestly had no idea why she did that, usually she would've taken away all my electronics. Maybe she wasn't feeling well?
I took off my pants and shirt, slipping on a plain black t-shirt. I sat on my beanbag chair, turning on my Xbox and grabbing a controller.
I texted Michael, getting him to go on his Xbox too. I hit the back button on my phone, my eyes scrolling past the recent conversations on my phone. I then saw a name that made my heart sink.
Marissa.
I know she had backstabbed me by telling the fans my private information, but I couldn't help but miss my best friend. I know I had Michael now, but having a female best friend would be nice too.
My vision started getting blurry, and my eyes stung. I was crying.
I shouldn't miss Marissa, but I do.
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MAKE SURE YOU READ MY ASHTON FANFIC CALLED Delinquents!
Damn, you guys all thought Michael and Stephanie would have sex
Well, sorry if I dissapointed you then, but I'm saving that for later.
I think I'm gonna be rewriting my first chapters because I reread them, and they make me cringe so bad oh my god my old writing was terrible what was I thinking...
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