Don't Stop | Michael Clifford

Chapter 5

When I woke up again, no matter how weird I was lying, I was lying comfortable, though I had no actual idea where I was. I slowly open my eyes, my hand making contact with whatever my head was resting on, and I realize it wasn't the couch or a pillow. I look up, and I can't help but let out a little gasp. My head was resting on Michael's chest, and I couldn't help but feel a bit dizzy at how fast I lifted myself up a bit. It was then I realized that he had his arm wrapped around my waist, and I had to admit, it was really nice, this. I look up at him again, a smile crept onto his lips. "You're awake, aren't you?"

"No," he said, his voice being extremely hoarse, him clearing his throat after saying that one word.

"You surely got me convinced," I laugh, pulling myself out of his arms, realizing my television was still on. I smile a bit, turning it off, taking a hand through my messy hair that had gotten out of its bum in the night.

"Y'know, you're pretty even when you sleep," Michael complimented, making me look at him, a smile onto my lips as I see him stretch his body.

"Shut up, okay?" I laugh, standing up on my feet, yawning a bit. "I'm gonna go up and take a shower, fixing... this," I say, pointing a bit around my face. "You can just take some food if you're hungry." He smiles and nods, watching me as I went upstairs. I quickly take some clothes, entering the bathroom, double checking if it was locked, cause I had a feeling Michael would be one of those who ''accidently'' walked in on me without any clothes on

When I was done, I went downstairs, where Michael was doing something in the kitchen. "What are you doing?" I ask him, laughing a bit as I entered the room.

"Uhmm, I'm looking for the plates," he said, me raising my eyebrows, opening the cabin right next to him, slightly laughing

"I could eat some pancakes," I then say, opening the fridge, starting to take things out to make them. "You want some?"

"Hell yeah! I haven't eaten homemade pancakes in a while," he said, smiling widely.

"Make them yourself," I laugh, him just shaking his head.

"I suck at cooking; none of us boys from 5 Seconds Of Summer knows how to cook, well, maybe Ashton." I laugh, thinking that I would probably have to meet those guys eventually, I had a feeling Michael and I were going to hang out some more, and if not, Luke was probably going to keep talking to Maddie.

I made some pancakes, and I tried to teach Michael how to make on (notice the word tried). But he did try and flip one - not that he actually succeeded, it ended up hitting the ceiling. Both of us were laughing hysterically, when it suddenly falls down in his oh-so-precious hair, before we laughed again. "Here, let me help you wash it out," I say, pointing to the sink. He nods, then taking off his shirt. "Wow, wow, I did not say take a bath in the sink," I laugh, making him join me, shaking his head still standing shirtless

"I don't want my shirt to get wet," he says, laying his shirt on the counter, stepping closer. I couldn't help but bite my lip a bit as I turned on the water, feeling the temperature.

"Okay, get your hair under." He did as told, me washing the dough out of his hair, both of us laughing a bit - mostly me - as he whined when he got water in his eyes. "Okay, all done," I say, making him lift his head. But he did it too fast, causing him to trip back, just taking a grip on my shirt, so I fell down with him. I landed with my chest to his bare one, my head nearly hitting his, so they were rather close.

"Sorry," he spoke, both of us laughing a bit awkwardly as we stood up again. I handed him his shirt, as I turn back to the pancakes, as he took on his shirt again. I don't know why that felt so awkward, yet just funny. I took my hand through my hair as I finished the pancakes.