Funky Punk {mgc au}

{9} Lovely

Dakota

So he has an anger issue, not enough to get like medication or anything I guess, or maybe his parents think he's just a hormonal teenage boy, which is possible. He called me his best friend too and I couldn't be happier honestly, yeah he's a pain in the ass, but he's my pain in the ass.

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Michael took me home a little while ago because his Mom said they were having "a pointless family dinner" or at least that's what Michael called it. I'm sitting in my room, putting clothes away and I see Michael left his denim jacket here, I grab the jacket and put it on. It's giant on me, I mean, it's a little big on Michael too, but I think that's the looks he's going for, I'm literally getting lost in it. I walk over to my mirror, I like it, and it smells like him too. Cigarettes, cologne, and a hint of strawberries. I take a picture of myself wearing it and send it to Michael.

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To: Funky Punk
thanks for the jacket babe ;p
To: Doll Face
fuck
To: Funky Punk
what?
To: Doll Face
you look so good baby omg fuck yes
To: Funky Punk
Calm down funky punk, you're ridiculous...ps I'm stealing this jacket
To: Doll Face
It looks better on you anyways doll face, I have others. ;)
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I smile at his texts and hear a knock at my door "Kota?" It's my mom "come in" I mumble and she walks in "Who's jacket it that?" My mom is instantly distracted by the unfamiliar material on my body "it's Michael's, he accidentally left it here" I set my phone down and sit at me bed

"Oh?" My mom gives me a smirk and I roll my eyes "Mom" I groan "So is Michael your boyfriend?" My mom asks and I laugh "no, he's my best friend, that's it"

"Mhm" my Mom purses her lips "I'm surprised you're not with him now, it's a Saturday night" I shrug "He had a family dinner" my Mom nods

"So your first session is Wednesday" she reminds me and I nod "Yes, I know"

"So that means no planning anything with the guys Wednesday after school okay?" She crosses her arms and I sigh "I know, I know, I already told Michael"

My Mom raises her arms in defense "Okay, I'm sorry" she laughs "I'm making dinner by the way" she states as she leaves my room.

Michael

Ugh the family dinner was pretty shit, got into an argument with my parents again. They fucking piss me off, I need Dakota.

I look at my phone, it's like 1am. She better be awake, I'm gonna call her.

"Come on Kota, pick up" I say to myself in the phone "Michael?" Her voice sounds groggy, I must've woken her up oops.
"Hey love" I mumble "Why are you calling at one in the morning? Why aren't you asleep?" She groans and I chuckle and then bite my lip "because I wanted to talk to you"

"What's wrong?" She sounds a little concerned "Can I just come over?" I run my hand through my hair "Um, I don't know, wait a sec...." I bite my lip at her response "...hey mom, can Mikey come over? Yeah I know it's late, but he needs to talk to me and I think it's more urgent then a text or a call kind of thing...okay, thanks momma, love you.....my mom said you can come over as long as your parents are cool with it" I nod and realize she can't see me "okay, I'm on my way." I breath out.

I hang up and head upstairs and I go to the door "where do you think you're going young man?" I'm stopped by my dad. Fuck. "I'm just going to Dakota's, chill. I'll be home sometime tomorrow" I tell him and he nods "Don't do anything stupid" I roll my eyes "Whatever"

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I knock on Dakota's door and she answers the door wearing a big sweater that goes to her mid thigh "Hey Mikey" she mutters and I hug her and she's taken aback at first "Hey...are you okay?" She hugs me back and I pull away and she looks at my face with a concerned look "Come in" She takes my hand and leads me inside "Hey Michael!" Her mom waves at me and I give her a smile and wave back. Dakota leads me back to her room and closes the door behind us while I sit on her bed.

"Okay Clifford, what's up? It everything okay?" She crosses her arms and stands in front of me and I shrug "I just got in an argument with my parents, it's stupid, I just didn't want to be home." I sigh "They're so fucking...ugh"

She sits next to me "I'm sorry" I shake my head and chuckle "It's not your fault babe" she leans her head against my shoulder "I know, but I don't like when you're upset" I smile and then yawn "you tired?" She mumbles "no, but I know you are" I chuckle "sorry for waking you up doll face...I just really couldn't be in that house anymore" I mumble she takes my hand and squeezes it "it's okay Mikey"

I see my jacket on her chair where I left it this morning "I really didn't mean to leave it here" I chuckle "you can take it back" she giggles "it is yours" and shake my head and look at her "nah, it looks hot as fuck on you, so I'm gonna let you hold onto it so I can see you wearing it" I wink and she blushes "shut up Michael, why do you always call me hot?" She looks at me and laughs

"Because you are? Like damn, and you don't dress all ya know, skanky and stuff. You dress like you and I like it" I shrug and she nods "I like the way you look too" she mumbles shyly and I smirk

"Hence funky punk" I laugh and she giggles "Yeah, but I like your tattoos the most" I smile at her statement "Do you have any?"

"No, I'm not 18 yet" she laughs "And? I won't be 18 in another two months and I've got all these" I look at my arms and then at Dakota "Well, I don't know" she shrugs as she admires my ink

"This one is my favorite" she points at the cursive word 'lovely' on my arm and I smile "Yeah, that's one of my favorites as well"

"What's lovely though? What's it represent?" She mumbles as she traces the word with her fingers and I watch her "Well according to the dictionary it means exquisitely beautiful. And I think life should be exquisitely beautiful and no matter what you're going through, difficult or easy, at least you're alive. And being alive is the most beautiful thing."

She looks up at me "Michael Clifford, you are so lovely." I give her a small smile and lean in, she doesn't stop me, and we kiss. This kiss is different than any other we've had before, it's desperate.

Dakota scoots closer to me and I pull her into my lap. Her arms directly go around my neck and mine go around her waist. I lay back against her bed and my tongue glides across her lip, asking for access which she instantly allows. I explore her mouth and try pulling her closer to me which is humanly impossible. She slowly pulls away from our kiss and our foreheads are against each other, both our chests rise and fall as we catch our breath. "Can we cuddle now?" She mumbles softly and I smile and give her one last peck on the lips "of course"

She climbs off me and under the covers "Mikey, take whatever you want off, I don't want you uncomfortable" she blushes and I chuckle "Are you sure babe?" She gives me a small nod and I pull my jeans down after taking off my shoes and socks. I glance at her before removing my shirt and see she's watching and I smirk "enjoying the view Kota?" She instantly covers her face under the covers and I laugh "turn off the light" I hear her muffled voice tell me and I do as she says.

I climb into her bed cautiously, only wearing my blue boxers "hey Mikey...could you please put your shirt back on? You can leave your jeans off I just-" I cut her off "you don't need to explain yourself babe, I understand, it's okay Kota" she gives me a small nod "thank you" I grab my shirt off the floor and slip it back on and I lay down beside Dakota and I feel her shuffling closer to me and I look at her and hook my arm around her waist and pull her against me, she instantly relaxes "goodnight Michael" she mutters against my chest "goodnight Dakota"