somebody to you || m.c

Chapter 19

It's been a week since I have spoken to Michael. He has texted me and called me at least 50 times every day, which kind of makes me happy. You know, that he's making an effort. When, I mean if, he calls today, I'm going to answer. I think a week is long enough.

I really thought about my life this week, the direction it's heading and what I want for myself. Well, in-between the crying and the chocolate eating. I want Michael in my life, that's for sure. Everyone makes mistakes, and I honestly think Michael feels terrible and is sorry for what he did, so I'm willing to forgive him.

I never realised how attached to Michael I was. A week without him has been like torture, I've been so depressed and lonely even though Rachel hasn't left me the entire time. She is an annoying twat, but she knows how to make me feel better.

I felt my phone buzzing next to me, and smiled as I saw the caller ID.

"Hi," I said, smiling into the phone.

"George.. Hi," He says. Even though I can't see him, I know he's smiling. I can hear the relief in his voice, and picturing his smile makes me very happy. The last time I saw him he was crying running after my taxi.. dramatic, I know. So knowing he is smiling makes me smile.

"I love you," I blurt out. I meant to say 'I forgive you' but I guess that works. I just haven't said that to him in so long, I couldn't control the words as they fell from my mouth.

"I love you more, babe," He says, exhaling loudly.

"And I forgive you. That's what I meant to say," I giggle for the first time in a week.

"Fuck, this has been the worst week of my life. I miss you.." He says with a sigh of relief.

"Are you home alone?" He asks.

"No?" I laugh. "Why?"

"I have been alone all week, why do you think?" He says, sarcasm clear in his voice.

"Seriously? I just forgave you," I laugh, but in all seriousness I want to be with him as much as he wants to be with me.

"Exactly. And what better way to celebrate than a good fuck?" He laughs, causing me to laugh along with him.

"You're such a romantic, Michael," I laugh, grabbing my shoes and putting them on my feet. "I know", he says, sighing.

"Rachel, I'm going out for a while," I say, and before she can respond I walk out the door.

"See you soon, babe. I love you," Michael says, waiting for me to respond. I sigh, "And I love you."

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"So what do you want to do today?" Michael pants, still trying to catch his breathe. Lets just say.. once wasn't enough since we had been apart for a week.

"I don't know, I'm good to just stay in," I say.

"Oh, but we have University tomorrow. So nothing too tiring since we'll have to wake up in the morning," I say, rolling off Michaels bed and grabbing my shirt from the floor, quickly throwing it on.

"What do you think I'm going to suggest? Climbing the Sydney Harbour Bridge?" Michael laughs, grabbing my waist and pulling me back into his arms.

"You need to shower and so do I," I laugh, pulling away from his grasp and blocking my nose."You smell."

"You smell worse," He smirks.

"Asshole," I mutter, throwing his pants at his face. "Have a shower," I laugh, walking into his lounge room.

"Care to join me?" He asks, popping his head out of the bathroom with a devilish smirk on his face.

"Really? I'm kind of tired.." I say, yawning as if on cue.

"I didn't mean to do that, but I mean, I could go again.." He smirks, wiggling his eyebrows at me.

"You're an idiot," I laugh

"Come on! To 'save water'," He says, coming out and pulling me into the bathroom. I squeak when he walks out completely naked, covering my eyes with my hands.

"What? It's not as if you've never seen me like this before," He laughs, taking my hands away from my eyes.

"Still..." I laugh, pushing him away from me and running into the bathroom, stripping off and getting into the shower.

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"Okay, now we both smell nice, what do you want to do?" He asks, grabbing my hand, kissing it and returning it back to its place at my side.

"I don't know.." I say, twirling my hair in my hands.

"What do you want to do?" I ask, looking up at him to meet his gaze. He smiles, looking around for some inspiration.

"Um.. What about.. We.. Um.. Go to the aquarium?" He says, but it sounds like a question. I laugh slightly, "Sounds good."

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"Hey look it's you," Michael laughs, pointing to a big, ugly fish. I slap his arm, walking towards the dugongs. "And that's you!" I laugh, pointing to a big dugong eating lettuce. He just laughs along, grabbing my hips and squeezing my waist, walking away.

"I'm hungry," He whines, frowning over at me.

"Well do you want to go eat?" I ask, looking at all the animals in the tank.

"Yes," He says, picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder. I scream, hitting his back and begging me to put me down.

"Only if you say that I am your favourite human in the world," He laughs, tickling me stomach.

"I love you, you're my favourite human," I laugh, tears beginning to roll down my face.

"Good," He says, putting me down and kissing the tears on my cheeks away.

"You're such a weirdo," He laughs, wiping my cheeks again so that it doesn't look like I've been crying.

"Coming from the one who just randomly picked me up in a public place," I say, rolling my eyes at him.

"Yeah, but you're weird because you cry when you laugh. Who even does that? You loser," He laughs, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind and resting his head in the crook of my neck.

"Dickhead," I mutter, because there were children around.

"But I'm your dickhead," He whispers back, kissing my ear. I smiled. Yeah, he is my dickhead.

wow so romantic I think I'm going to cry