When I get back I noticed I had a text from Luke and immediately get butterflies.
Luke: Have fun today?? :) (1:07am)
Me: No (1:10am)
Luke: :( (1:11am)
Me: I’m just kidding, of course I did! (1:13am)
During my conversation with Luke I noticed I had an unknown number text me. Hmmm….
Unknown: Hey.. you still up? (1:14am)
Me: Who is this? (1:16am)
Unknown: Michael (1:23am)
Me: oh yeah I’m up. I’m just listening to music. (1:24am)
Michael: Can i come hang out? :) (1:26am)
Me: Yeah :) (1:26am)
A couple minutes later Michael walks in. He was just wearing a pair of basketball shorts. His body looked amazing. A sudden feeling of guilt hit me as I realized I was just hanging out with Luke. We didn’t even kiss, it was full on making out and I couldn't help but feel like I was cheating on someone or something.
I was only wearing a tank top and shorts for bed, I didn’t know that I was going to be seeing anyone until morning. “You have to cover up more, I’m so tempted to fuck you.” He says with a smirk. It sends shivers down my spine and quite frankly, I wouldn’t mind having him take me right here.
“Michael stop.” I say blushing. He walks over to the bed and plops down. “Let me have an ear bud.” He whispers. “K.” I hand him my ear bud and he immediately starts smiling. “You really do like classic rock?” He cheers. “Yuuuup!” I quickly got silent so we could enjoy the music.
I felt like we were bonding over something I really did care about. We listened to Van Halen for at least 30 minutes before, I noticed me and Michael drifted closer to each other. He turns to the side and throws his arm around my waist. He looks up at me and smiles.
“Lets play 21 questions!” I say to him. “Okay, me first.” He interjects.
“How big are your boobs.” He says with a smirk and I punch him in the chest. “Ouch, you have to answer it though!” He winks. “Fuck you, its 36-C…” I mutter. “Okay, now my turn to ask!” I say to him. “How many girls have you fucked?” I say with a smile. “Oh.. umm… Pass.”
“No fucking passing Michael.” I pressed. “Okay… only three… Including you.” He says slowly. “Wait really?” I choke.
“Yeah…” He sighs. “Why did you have sex with me?” I ask.
“Its not your turn to ask the question Grace.” He says seriously. “Michael, honestly. Why?”
“Idk. I don’t want to play anymore. I think I’m going to bed.” He says getting up. I just stare at him walk out of the door. “Goodnight Layla.” He says and turns to the door.
But wait, who’s Layla?
Sooo double update maybe?! vote/comment ;)
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The Exchange (Michael Clifford Fanfic)
FanfictionGrace Mercado was a girl from San Francisco, California who traveled across the world to stay with an Australian family for end of her first year of college. Her life was changed when she was forced to live with family that happened to have a son th...
