somebody to you || m.c

Chapter 7

I haven't left Michael's house in a week. He's been an absolute wreck, only talking when necessary. He tries to act like he doesn't care but he does, you can see it in his eyes. Behind the beautiful colour, there is pain and hurt, and I completely understand. I haven't been with him for very long, but I know if I leave him alone he will resent me for it, so I stay. It's not that I don't want to, it's just that I've missed over a week of Uni. I told my teacher that I'm really not well at the moment and she understands, and my friend Kaitlan is sending me notes and stuff. I'm getting quite worried, I knew he would take it hard but not as hard as he has. I mean, obviously he would be upset, but I thought he would keep going to University and stuff.

"Hey," he says in a whisper. He hasn't spoken in so long his voice is barely audible.

"Hi,"I smile down at the sweet boy asleep in his bed next to me. It's 8:00am on a Sunday and I'm awake, just thinking, sorting through the things in my head.

"I'm sorry," he says, shaking his hair and adjusting his fringe with his right hand.

"Sorry?" I ask, smiling down at him. "Michael, you don't need to be sorry. I wasn't just going to leave you now, was I?"

"You could have. But you didn't. Thank you, babe," he says, sitting up and planting a small kiss on my lips. His touch sends tingles down my spine, making my head go cloudy.

"Yeah," I end up saying, which really wasn't the words I was looking for, but whatever. He has been kind of distant. I've been giving him his space, only talking to him when he talks to me first. I understand he needs time to process everything and think things through. About his life, his family, what he's going to do.

"How are you feeling?" I ask, stroking his hand that was rested on my lap.

"Better," he says, laying his head back and sighing.

"I need to stop feeling sorry for myself. I'm going back to Uni tomorrow," he says, sitting up again.

"Do you want to do something today?" I ask, unsure of what he will say.

"We don't have to. I can rent out a movie and we can stay in," I say, not wanting to pressure him.

"No, I want to go out. George, I'm sorry. I haven't been fair to you. I know we haven't been together for long, and I know you wanted to go to Uni, even though you deny it, I can see it in your eyes. I can tell when you're lying," he says, shaking his head a little.

"I would much rather stay with you than go to University, dumby," I say with a slight laugh. He smirks, ruffling his hair and wiping his eyes. I almost forgot he just woke up, he looks so fucking perfect.

"So what do you want to do?"

I ask him. "Hmm-" he says, stroking an imaginary beard, deep in thought. I laugh at his dorkiness and punch him in the arm.

"You're such an idiot," I say, rolling onto my back.

"You're such a violent person," he says, punching me back.

"I can't believe you just hit a woman I'm going to report you to the police.. and Obama," I say causing Michael to laugh.

"I'm sorry, what can I do to make it up to you", he asks, shuffling closer to me. He leanes in to kiss me, but at the last second I stand up and walk to the kitchen with an evil smirk on my lips. He notices, going from rejected to turned on, following me into the kitchen. I pour myself a glass of water, when Michael snakes his arms around my waist and turns me around. He goes to plant another kiss on my lips, and just before the contact I want more than I let myself admit, I take a sip of my water. "Tease," he mutters, resting his forehead on mine. As I remove my mouth from my glass of water, I am the one to make a move, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him. I let him back me up against the counter, savouring the way his lips on mine feels. The way he runs his hands through my hair and I do the same to him. His soft, pink lips gliding across my skin and-