You stumble onto the front steps of the apartment that Michael and you shared after having one too many drinks at a club downtown. With each step you took upwards you began to remember the insults that were exchanged from the night before when you and Michael had a huge fight. You weren't really a drinker, but with exams finally being over you couldn't help but have a shot or two...or twelve. being quite clumsy when you're drunk, you shakily place your numb hand on the handle of the door. Before you could even think about opening the door, an angry Michael swings open the door swiftly. Giving the fact that he was taller than you, the only way to notice his raging fury was to look up into his melting eyes.
"Where the hell have you been", he growled. His attitude sent you over the edge. You shoved him out of your way with a drunken force. After realizing you were drunk, he decided not to pick a fight. What would be the point? You wouldn't remember what happened in the morning. He sighed and picked you up by your waist, hoping that your clumsiness would affect your noticeably drunk slaps.
"Michael Gordon Clifford! Put me down, now!" You began slowing down your hits knowing that they weren't helping. Michael lowered you down so that you could wrap your legs around his waist and place your hands on his shoulders for support. He walked up the stairs and sat you down on the bathroom counter.
"Wait here", he said stubbornly. Then added, "Please". He turned a corner and walked into your room and came back a few minutes later with your sleeping shorts and a Linkin Park shirt. he started cleaning you up little by little. First, he put your hair up in the messiest bun in the world while you slightly giggled at his facial expressions while he was having trouble with the hair tye. He soaked a wash cloth in warm water and started wiping away the remainder of your make up. You didn't enjoy the silence so you spoke up.
"I'm sorry", you said in a small voice. You looked up to see him motioning for you to get changed as he turned around to give you privacy.
"Don't worry. Your girly hits don't really affect me", he said with a smirk. You missed that smirk. You hadn't seen it in a couple of days and it was nice knowing that Mikey was still there.
"No. Not for that. I'm sorry that we have to fight. I hate seeing you all moody and sad. It hurts me. And... I don't bother to apologize because... it'll just start another fight".
Michael turned around, ignoring the fact that you still hadn't put your shirt on and your bra was the only thing covering your chest and smashed his deepened red lips onto yours. Both of your lips started to move in motion. He slowly slid his forearms around your waist, trying to get as much of you as possible. You could feel his lips contemplating on whether to continue or not. He broke the kiss, but kept his face at a rather close distance. A slight grin appeared on his face but was soon lowered to a frown. You cupped his left cheek with your right hand and asked what was wrong.
"There's a pretty big chance you won't remember this in the morning", he said with his eyes piercing yours, remembering your drunken state that was slowly wearing off. he noticed your eyelids becoming heavy so he picked you up bridal style and carried you into your room for bed. He tucked you in, carefully trying to avoid your eye contact. he ran downstairs to get some aspirin and a glass of water, knowing that you're going to be needing it soon for your hangover coming up in the morning. He set the water and aspirin on your bedside table and sighed examining your face to find emotion that he desperately wanted. He caressed your left cheek with his thumb and planted a soft kiss on your forehead, as if to wish away the migraines that were soon coming your way. he was about to walk out when you muttered his name with your eyes closed.
"Yes, sweety?", he asked softly with a saddened look on his face.
"I love you". You fluttered your eyes open hoping for a response. After a few seconds, he grinned and said,
"I love you, too". He turned off the light and shut your door, leaving with the cutest smile ever. After he left, you couldn't help but grin to yourself until you fell asleep with the sound of his voice lingering in your head.
