"Please tell me you guys are-" Ashton says as we walk through the door.
"Sh! Sh!!" Michael quickly hushs Ashton as he shuts the door.
"Please tell you we're what?" I ask concerned.
"Oh nothing. Never mind. Food, anyone?" Ashton and Michael quickly rush to the kitchen.
Things are a bit weird around here now. I don't know why.
"So, when do you hit the road again?" I ask sitting on the kitchen counter eating a banana.
"We don't know yet. Not anytime soon, I hope. We just got back." Calum says sitting at the kitchen table.
"I thought you liked being on the road?" I ask taking a bite of my banana.
They all stare at me with smiles, and I quickly remove the banana from my mouth.
"The answer to your question is, yes. We do. But, we like being home more." Luke says laughing.
"Yeah.." It's nearly midnight and I am tired. "Well, I'm going to bed. Goodnight, guys." I hop down off the counter and walk towards the steps.
"Goodnight, Madi." They all run in front of me up the steps to their rooms.
I smile and walk up the steps. I get to my room, and grab Michael's clothes I had took off earlier today. I change in the bathroom because Michael is in my room.
"You look good in my clothes." Michael says when I walk in my, excuse me, 'our' room.
"Thanks. They're comfortable. Blake's were a little too small. Yours are too big, and I think you may never get them back." I braid my hair to the side and smile at him.
"You can keep them. I have more." He sits on the bed and I join him.
"Michael, I'm sorry for what I've done. I didn't mean to use you. I know, it hurts. I'm sorry. You're my best friend, and I never mean to hurt you." I put my hand on his.
"Its fine, Madi. I know. Just please, don't do it again. I can't stand to see you hurt. Especially by him." Michael puts his hand on top of mine. His touch is warm, and pleasing.
"I know. I'm sorry." I lay on the bed and wait for him to lie beside me. "I just can't begin to explain how sorry I am." I rub my forehead.
"Madi, yeah. It does hurt. I'm not going to lie. It hurts a lot. Have you ever been used?" He lies beside me and sighs.
"No, I haven't. Look, I'll talk to Blake in the morning, and I promise I will never ever use you again. I am so sorry." I roll over so my back is facing him.
The room is silent and I silently cry. My life is full of sorry's, and I don't know why. Maybe I'm a screw up to life anymore.
"Don't cry, Madison." Michael says pulling me close to him.
"I'm not." I sniffle and wipe my eyes.
"Madi, I'm not stupid. I know you're crying. Lets talk." He sits crisscross on the bed and waits for me to do the same.
"Michael, it is nearly one in the morning. I don't feel like talking." I shove my face in the pillow and groan.
"I'm not lying down again until you talk to me."
"Fine," I say sitting up, crisscrossed.
"Talk."
"About what? There's nothing to talk about. You know everything already."
"Not everything. There's something you aren't telling me, and I want to know what it is." He crosses his arms over his chest.
"I can't tell you. Maybe eventually, but right now, no." I look around the room avoiding all eye contact with him as possible.
"I understand. But, lets talk about you and Blake."
"What are you now? Some kind of psychiatrist?" I laugh at my own words.
"Whenever you need me to be, yes. Madi, please. I'm trying to help."
I sigh and say, "Blake and I have been on and off for two years now. He cheated on me and got the girl pregnant. Now, he fathers a beautiful two year old, and it makes me kinda jealous that she isn't mine. The girl is way prettier than I am. She's got gorgeous straight brown hair, she's as little as a stick. She-she's everything he ever wanted. I don't fit in his category, and now I'm here."
"What do you mean 'she's everything he ever wanted?' Didn't he want you for seven years?"
"I thought. I was wrong. I still love him though, Mikey. I can't let him go."
"Eventually you'll have to. I did."
"I'm sorry for that." We sit in silence for what feels like ages. I know this conversation isn't over yet, though.
Michael looks at me the same way he did earlier today.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" I ask moving around on the bed a bit
"Because, I think you're beautiful." His lips form a smile, and his cheeks turn a slight shade of pink.
"No. You don't really."
"Yes, Madi, I do." He kisses the corner of my mouth, and my heart stops. I've been waiting for our lips to meet again, but I just broke up with Blake, and technically our lips didn't meet again.
"Why? I'm not." I shake the feeling off, and pour tons of questions at his feet.
"Because, I've seen you grow up. I've seen the real you. I know what you're like when you don't get your ways. I know what you're like when you do get your ways. I know you, and I love you."
I close my eyes as I take this all in. I feel a presence in front of me. I open my eyes to reveal Michael.
"I want to kiss you so bad right now.." He stares from my lips to my eyes.
Without thinking, I say, "Please do it.."
Michael gently places his lips on mine, and my heart melts. This is everything I've wanted since the first time we kissed in year eight.
My arms sneak their way around his neck, and his hands find my thighs. He deepens the kiss by parting our lips with his tongue.
We pull apart to catch our breath. We breathe heavily in sync as he smiles.
"I can't believe I did that."
"I can." I smile a tad before he looks at me.
"You can? How?"
"I just can." He kisses me again. But this time, things get a bit out of hand. "Michael, wait." I rest my hand on his chest.
"What is it?" He's just inches away from my face.
"I'm a virgin." I kiss his lips again and then he speaks.
"I can stop."
"Michael, no. I want to." He questions me for a minute, and then we continue.
It was the best night I've had in months.
I lost my virginity to Michael Clifford. Who would've guessed?
