somebody to you || m.c

Chapter 14

"Rachel, do you want to help me babysit this weekend?" I asked Rachel as she took another mouthful of pasta.

"Why would I want to do that?" She shot back, looking at me with a smirk on her face.

"Luke will be there," I smiled, as she nodded her head veraciously.

"Yes, yes! I mean, yeah, whatever," she shrugs, taking another mouthful of pasta.

"Slow down, you'll give yourself a stomach ache," Michael laughs from next to me. Rachel shoots back a glare, but just ends up rolling her eyes and laughing.

"Shut your face, Michael," she laughs, reaching across the table and playfully slapping his arm.

"I'm hurt," he says, holding his heart. "Sorry," she shrugs, starting to laugh again.

"Hey, it's only 6:00, do you want to do something?" I ask Michael, twirling some of my now brown hair between my fingers.

"Sure!" Rachel chirps.

"I wasn't talking to you", I joke. She shuts up, continuing to eat her pasta.

"Fine, didn't want to come anyway," she mumbles under her breath.

"Yeah, what do you want to do?" He asks, turning his body to face me. Michael being Michael, he had already finished his pasta. He pretty much vacuumed it up, it's not pretty to watch.

"I don't know, what do you want to do?" I ask.

"You," he says, causing Rachel to choke and start coughing. I widen my eyes, laughing at Rachel.

"That's starting to get kind of old, don't you think? Whenever I ask what you want to do, I'm talking about besides having sex you dirty minded weirdo," I laugh. Michael just shrugs,

"Hey, I'm an 18 year old dude, of course I want to fuck my girlfriend."

"I'm going to go do... something. Anything is better than hearing you two talk about having sex," Rachel says, standing up and grabbing her coat, walking out the front door.

"Bye, have fun having sex with Luke!" Michael calls. She pops her head back through the door, just to send Michael a death glare, before laughing.

"I wish!" She called, walking out the door.

"So what do you want to do, other than 'fuck your girlfriend,'" I say, using quotation marks. He just laughs, and shrugs his shoulders.

"Do you want to go for a ferry ride?" He asks.

"That sounds great," I smile.

"...And then can we-" I cut Michael off by gently pressing my lips to his, smiling into the short but sweet kiss.

"Yes," I giggle, picking up Michael and my plates and putting them in the dishwasher.

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"The city is so pretty at night," I say, but it almost comes out as a whisper, because I was absolutely baffled by the scenery. All the buildings seemed luminescent and against the black night sky, the shining lights were a beautiful contrast.

"Just like you," Michael says, clearly proud of his cheesy line.

"Are you saying I'm only pretty at night?" I laugh, and watch his face drop.

"No! You know I didn't - you're always pretty! Yes you're pretty at night but - ugh George why did you ruin the moment?" He groans, rolling his eyes.

"Sorry," I laugh, watching as he smiles.

"You know, I've never kissed a girl on a ferry before..." Michael trails off, licking his lips.

"And what would you like me to do about that?" I smirk, as he grabs my waist and crashes his lips into mine. My hands find their way to his neck, and his hair - tugging at it slightly - because I know he likes it. He lets out a quiet moan, causing me to smile triumphantly. His tongue brushes my bottom lip. I part my lips, letting his tongue enter my mouth. After what felt like forever, I pulled apart, leaning our foreheads together.

"George..." Michael whispers.

"Hmmm," I whisper back, smiling up at him.

"I love you.. you know that, right?" He says, brushing some loose hair out of my face and tucking it gently behind my ear.

"Yes, and you know I love you too, right?" I ask, watching his mouth curve into a smile.

"Yes," he says quietly, connecting our mouths again.

I can never get used to the feeling I get when I'm around Michael, let alone when I'm kissing him. It's kind of like butterflies, I guess, but it makes me really weak at the knees. Sometimes, honestly, I think I might just collapse into his arms.

But if I fell, I know he would catch me, because he's done that already.

I pulled away from Michael, looking around us.

"Hey! Look, it's Luna Park! Oh God, that clown is even creepier at night," I say, causing Michael to laugh.

"It isn't even that creepy! You're just a drama queen," He teases, poking my sides. I squirm, letting out a little laugh.

"I have been told I am good at drama," I say.

"Are you ticklish?" Michael asks me, a smirk appearing on his face.

"No..." I say, but I know that it wasn't very convincing since it came out shaky and unsure.

"In that case, this shouldn't bother you at all," Michael says, grabbing my waist and tickling my stomach. I start to laugh, trying to get out of his grasp. It was no use, though, because Michael was far stronger than me.

"Michael... please... I can't breathe," I say between laughs, squirming in his arms. He releases me, laughing at my state. I had tears streaming down my face from laughing and my hair was a mess from rubbing it against Michael's stomach. I'm known for crying when I laugh, like, even if I don't laugh very hard. Whenever I laugh, I always tear up.

Michael comes over to me, but I run away.

"Babe, I'm not going to tickle you again," he chuckles, grabbing my wrist and spinning me around to face him. He wipes away my tears with his thumbs, smiling down at me.

"Not ticklish my ass," he smirks, pressing his lips against mine gently.

"You're a dick," I laugh, shoving his stomach. "Harsh, but you love me," he laughs, snaking his arm around my waist and leading me back to the seats.

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hiya I know this chapter was really boring but the next one won't be I'm getting ready to go to Tasmania so I'm a little distracted atm I'm sorry I love you