MICHAEL:
He knew that it was selfish of him, you didn’t have to point that out last night when the two of you found yourselves arguing over summer plans on the drive back from his mother’s house after dinner. Michael was going to be away finishing up the rest of the Where We Are tour and he wanted you there with him all summer since you finally wouldn’t have classes every other day of the week. While midnight Skype calls and the surprise sexy texts certainly kept things exciting while he had been away and you had been focusing on school, Michael was eager to have real time with you again. The whole reason he had felt so provoked and ready to ask you out, almost a year ago, was because of how he felt with you and the idea of going another four months apart didn’t sit well with him. It felt like a two day old burrito sitting in his stomach and prompting him to ask himself why he scarfed it down in the first place. He didn’t understand that you had to work in the summer as student loans demanded to start being paid off any time you weren’t actually in school. He didn’t know how it worked. He hadn’t attended school, he was a rock star.
Looking up from your textbook, trying to cram in a little last minute studying before going to a house party with Michael, you followed the knock on your apartment door and checked in the peephole that it was Michael before opening it up.
He was grinning like a smug Dr. Seuss character, ear to ear with his eyes aglow underneath a mess of dirty blond locks.
"You look very happy for someone I told to go suck a dick last night." While the fight had ended with apology texts before bed and you two had been messaging sparatically through out the day, the last time you saw Michael was when he dropped you off in front of your place, you cussing him out while he rolled his eyes, neither of you pleased with the other. "And you look good too." Before stepping aside to let him in, you pulled on the collar of his green plaid shirt, approving of the choice.
"Thanks." Glancing down at himself, he chuckled and moved inward, rushing to put his lips over yours. He always had to kiss you immeaditatly when he saw you, an eagerness in his motion before his mouth latched on to yours and his hands found your hip and jaw. Michael always kissed you, no matter what, like you were a gourmet meal and he hadn’t eaten in a week. You doubted that he had any idea of how good it made you feel.
As soon as the door slammed shut behind you, yours faces pulled away, but Michael kept his one hand resting on your hip, looking you over with a hungry stare, “You look great. Leather shorts, are you trying to make me feel bad about last night?” Rhetorically, he asked with a roll of laughter that came all the way from the bottom of his belly.
"Maybe." You shrugged back with a joking smile. "I just got to grab a couple things and we can go.." Rushing away from him, scurrying to the washroom to find your lipstick and a compact first, you explained.
"Well, I have something for you actually," Michael called out into the apartment while he waited by the door, drumming his hands flat agaisnt the thighs of his jeans. "I wanted to give it to you before we went." He was always presenting you with surprise gifts, little knick knacks or bracelets that he picked up just because, but Michael was not flashy and didn’t like a big scene. He was quiet in the way he showed his love for you, but he always made sure you knew that he knew how lucky he truly was.
"It was just a little tiff, Michael…" Coming back to him, tossing your makeup into your black clutch in front of you, you began, "You didn’t have to get me anything."
"Just open it." He reached behind himself and swiftly pulled out a folded white envelope from his back pocket, poking your chin with it’s sharp corner playfully.
You snatched it away and teared open the fold messily despite your effort to be tidy. The paper was only just opened in your hands and Michael was already grinning the same way he did when he saw your boobs revealed for the first time.
