Forever and Always. Second Edition to The We Are Family Series(Completed)

Part Thirty-two

     I wake up slightly and a bright light is streaming in the window of my living room. I am cuddled up to Ashton. No. That's not Ashton. My mind whirls slightly. That's Michael Clifford. Not Ashton Irwin. Not my boyfriend. My mind goes over last two nights events. Michael being so funny and kind. Us actually getting along for once. It was nice.

     I squirm a  little bit. His arm around my waist tightens slightly. I look up at him from where my head rests on his arm. Now both his arms are around me. I can tell he is waking up slightly. His left hand rubs my arm it is resting against slightly. It makes me wonder if he knows it is me and not some other girl he fell asleep with last night. I look up at him again and this time I am greeted with his green eyes staring down at me.

     "Hi." I squeak. He looks confused. His hold on me releases and he moves away. He looks around the room, remembering how we fell asleep basically cuddling on the couch together.

     "Hey." He says. His morning voice is gorgeous. His messy black and red hair pokes out in tufts in weird places. As if reading my thoughts he runs a hand through his hair and rubs his eyes.

     "Do you um- what time is it?" He asks.

     "8 in the morning." I say back. I wonder if he is angry. Once again, it's like he knows what's going on in my mind.

     "Are you mad, Ally?" He whispers. He is staring at a picture on the mantle piece on my fireplace. No matter how mad I was with Michael I could never put it away. He was sitting on a stage at a show I went with him to. He is wearing his classic black skinnies and a brown sweater and black converse. I am there too. My arms are draped around his shoulders and we are smiling at Calum who is taking the picture. We are so happy. He is still looking at the picture. His eyes are glassy now, and he smirks just a little. Not in a demeaning way, but in a content, thoughtful way.

     "Of course not Michael." I say back to him. His gaze is pulled away from the snapshot and he is looking at me now. His eyes are deep.

     "Why not?" He says. His face is now expressionless. His body is tensing up.

     "What do you mean Why not?" I answer back. Now i'm getting annoyed. What was his problem with me all of a sudden. He doesn't answer me. He just crosses his arms and looks back at the photo. Now i'm pissed. I get to my feet and walk in front of his view of the picture.

     "What do you mean Michael?" I am frowning down at him now. He gets to his feet too and towers above me.

     "I just don't get you Ally. I come in here and basically take Ashton's place and fall asleep with you and hold Haley when she won't sleep and freaking sing to her our song Ally. I mean, I won't pretend I didn't enjoy doing that because I mean, I love you and you know that but I enjoyed it because we were together and I don't know. I just feel like you would be mad after you realized you let me back in a bit." He says. His harsh tone of voice has died down now, and is hardly above a whisper. His green eyes no longer bore a hole into my very soul but are soft and dim.

     "Oh Michael." I whisper. I tilt my head down and rest it in my hands. I feel tears coming to my eyes. I look back up at Michael and he does the same to me. He steps over the little distance between us and cups my face in his hands, tilting it gently up to him. He studies my face. Searching me. He lean forward and comes close to my lips. So close it is almost a kiss. I cannot tell if it was or not. I feel his soft pink skin brush against my lips slightly. His warm breath touches my face. My breath hitches. He pulls away as quickly as he came towards me.

     I don't speak as his walks away from me. Walking out the door.

     "Michael." I say just as the door closes. I wrap my arms around my waist and sit down on the couch. I look up at the picture Michael stared at so intentionally. I smile a bit. We look so happy. We always were. We bring out the best and the worst in each other. But isn't that what best friends do?

     My phone buzzes in my pocket. A text from Michael.

     "Sorry for how I acted." I read it ten times. Was he really sorry? I mean, I'm not upset. I actually wanted to kiss him. But something always holds me back from it.

      The truth is though that I have loved our last two nights together. Michael is right. It felt like we were a real family. Michael and I have always craved real families. I just don't know if we have the courage to become one. I don't know what I am doing as it is. Michael and I barely know what real families are, how could we possibly feel like one?

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