Wherever you are (Michael Clifford)

Making things work

I wake up in the morning too the sound of thunder and a flash of light.

It so loud that I sit up abruptly In panic.

The sun hasn't came out so it's a dark grey colour outside, making the room slightly dark.

Michael chuckles, startling me.

"You're awake?" I turn around and smile at him.

"You're scared of thunder?" Michael smirks and I cover my face in my hands.

He laughs loudly and pulls my hands into his.

I lay my head on his chest and listen to the sound of his heart beating.

"That's cute." Michael almost whispers.

I laugh a little and he nudges me with his arm.

"What do you want to do today?" He looks down at me and I shrug my shoulders.

"Not much we can do really."

We sit in silence for a moment before Michael clears his throat.

"I think we are pretty serious, what about you?"

"Of course we are?" My voice raises and he raises his hands I'm defence.

"Hey I was only asking." He chuckles.

"Maybe, we should go and talk to your dad then." I'm about to protest when he covers my mouth.

"I won't shout, we won't be violent, I actually will probably have a lot in common with him! We can bond." He protests and I furrow my eyebrows.

I have a million things to say, I have things to protest against but all I can think about is how much I love Michael when he presses his lips firmly against mine.

When he pulls away and rests my forehead against mine I nod my head and he mumbles a thank you.

"Yeah yeah." I shake my head and playfully punch him In the arm.

"I have no clothes." I pout and we both burst into laughter at the thought of last night.

I sit up and our clothes are sitting in a muddy wet pile on the floor.

"Honey can I come In?" We both look at each other and throws the covers over me, trying to hide me.

I hold my mouth trying not to laugh.

"What is it mum?"

I hear her come in and shuffle around his room.

"We just got home."

"Interesting." Michael said sarcastically and I pinched his stomach for being rude.

"Michael! What is this mess on the floor!" She exclaims and I snigger a little, and Michael coughed to cover it.

"Why is there a red dress on the floor? And why is all the clothes here absolutely soaking.

Michael sighs and pulls the cover of over my head.

His mum raises her eyebrows and my cheeks go warm.

"You's two are seriously sneaky!" She shakes her head and leaves the room.

"Ughhhh Michael." I bury my face In his neck and he laughs at me.

"She was going to find out!"

"I need to shower." I moan and he tries to get his fingers through my wet tangled hair but fails.

"I think we both do after that pond."

"We can shower when we get to my house?" I suggest and he nods.