somebody to you || m.c

Chapter 3

I woke up the next morning kind of frazzled. I lift up my head to look at the time. 7:00am. I hate mornings.

I walked into the kitchen to make myself a piece of toast and one for Rachel when I heard light snoring coming from the couch. I walk over to see who it was. I screamed as I saw a boy with blonde hair sleeping on my couch. His eyes widened and he jumped up, looking around him.

"Sorry," I whisper, holding my hand to my heart in shock. "I didn't realise you slept over."

"Yeah, when you left I kind of followed you to make sure you got home safetly and when I got up here you didn't lock your door so I locked it and kind of crashed on your couch. I'm sorry I frightened you," He says, smiling at me. "You look cute in the morning," He says, walking into my bathroom.

"What? No I don't, I look like I got caught in a cyclone or something," I laugh awkwardly.

"No you don't. You have after-sex hair. I like it," He said, washing his face and walking back out.

"Thank you, I guess..." I say. He chuckles slightly. "I should probably go wake up Rachel..."

"Okay..." He said, flashing his award winning smile for the third time this morning.

I walk into Rachel's room to find her fast asleep, snoring her ass off. I frown, knowing shaking her probably won't wake her. I walk back out to find Michael helping himself to our food.

"Sorry. Mornings make me hungry," He said looking for a spoon.

"Top shelf next to the dishwasher," I smile, pointing in the direction of the cutlery.

"Thanks. I thought you went in there to wake your friend," He chuckles, seeing that I was pouring myself a glass of water.

"Oh, that's exactly what I'm doing," I say, walking back into Rachel's room with my glass of freezing cold water. "Good morning sunshine," I say, tipping the water on Rachel's face. She jolts up with a scream, wiping her eyes and face.

"What the fuck was that for?" She screams in astonishment. "Now my hair is wet!"

"Sorry, you were passed out. I didn't know what else to do," I say with a chuckle.

"I wasn't passed out drunk you asshole. I had one shot and one drink that you bought me. I wasn't even drunk just tipsy dammit," She says, getting out of bed and walking into the kitchen. She is completely oblivious to the fact that Michael is sitting at our counter and continues walking without pants on.

"Good morning," he laughs, looking her up and down.

"Jesus Christ, hello," she says, realising we aren't alone. "Who's this?" She asks, looking at me and then back at Michael.

"Michael," I say. "Put some pants on for Gods sake"

"What?" She asks, looking down. "Dammit," she says again, walking back to her room.

"Sorry," I laugh.

"It's fine," he says, taking another huge spoonful of cereal.

"You didn't happen to bring spare clothes for today did you?" I ask, watching Michael spill half of his food on his shirt instead of putting it in his mouth.

"No, why?" He asks, oblivious to the fact that his shirt is completely drenched with milk and soggy cereal.

"Look down," I say, laughing at his astonishment.

"Balls, now I'm going to have to go back to my appartment. Do you and Rachel want to get ready and I can drive you?" He asks, finishing his cereal and trying to wipe his shirt.