Pathway || m.c

Part 9.

"We're finally home! God, I've wanted to get out of these jeans since we got to the concert," I laughed as Michael pushed open the door. It was supposed to be a funny joke, but judging by the look on his face, he wasn't impressed. That's when I realised. "Oh my God, no! Not like that!"

Once Michael began laughing, I was relieved. I was still in absolute awe that Alex Gaskarth actually existed and that he wasn't a figment of my imagination. It didn't seem to have that much of an effect on Michael but I guess that was just because he was a guy. Unless he was gay and secretly covering it.

That thought made me laugh, earning a strange look off Michael.

"Did you want first shower?" He asked me and nodded, wanting to get out of the clothes I had been in since this morning.

"I won't be long," I told him before heading into the room. It hadn't occurred to me until now when I saw both our bags sitting on the bed that I realised there was only one bedroom in this apartment. "Michael!"

"Did you want me?" He came into the room. "I don't know how I feel about showering with you-"

"Not that you pervert!" I gawked at him. "I didn't realise we had to share a bed."

His pale white cheeks now glowed a crimson red colour. "Oh, yeah. Did I forget to mention that? I mean, I can take the couch if you want."

By the sympathetic look on his face, I couldn't help but feel bad for the guy.

"I'm sorry for barking at you like that. Don't worry. We can share. It won't be that bad." Though I did feel a little weird about it, I suppose I could put up with it for one night. That wouldn't hurt at all.

As I stepped into the shower, my thoughts went back home. What if something bad happened to Mum while I was gone? Or Blake? What is the mystery man on the beach going to be like tonight? There were so many questions running through my mind that I didn't even realise the knocking on the door. "What?"

"Can I, uh, please borrow your charger?" Michael's saddened voice called through the door. I still felt so bad for snapping at him earlier.

I told him where it was and went back to washing my hair. It was nearly 12 at night, yet I wasn't tired. I guess that didn't really surprise me, yet I was hoping to fall asleep quite quickly tonight to not make Michael think I was weird for staying up so late. He was probably so tired now so I stepped out of the shower so he could have one before he fell asleep.

I left the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around me and told Michael the shower was free. His head snapped up and his eyes immediately widened. With his eyes scanning my nearly naked body, I couldn't help but feel a little better about my self conscious self.

"You're staring," I chuckled and watched as his cheeks glowed brighter than the time before and I couldn't help blush myself.

He mumbled something incoherently under his breath before turning to his bag to dig through it.

I kept my head down facing the ground as he walked past. He stopped for a spilt second next me and mumbled, "You're so beautiful."

He kept walking before I got the chance to reply. Even if I had the chance to respond, I don't think I could form a proper coherent sentence in the shocked state I was in.

He literally just called me beautiful. I didn't know what to think or say.

I'm pretty sure I stood there frozen for what felt like forever, because Michael was turning off the water by the time I realised I should probably move.

I quickly put on my red flannel, the only thing I ever wore to bed, and my comfortable shorts. I was tying up my hair by the time he walked in and our eyes met. As much as I thought it would have been awkward after what he had said to me, it wasn't. His eyes were a beautiful green colour; an amazing addition to his already cute face.