What are we? //5SOS

HOW LONG?

Christina POV

It's been 3 weeks since my accident. It's been 3 weeks since Michael and I told each other we love each other. But it also has been 3 weeks he didn't ask me to be his girlfriend? I mean I know we've been friends forever and we just recently told each other we love each other, but hmm...

We've been hanging out more than usual and I love it. We held hands, we kiss, we cuddle. We do all the couple things, everything. But the problem is we're not really a couple. Okay, maybe we are but we're not official. We need to be official. I want us to be official. I want to have that feeling of calling him mine without feeling guilty. I want to tell people that he is my boyfriend. I want to show him off and say "that's my boyfriend right there.", but I can't. I really wish I know what is going on in his mind right now. Maybe he doesn't feel the same way as he did before anymore. But I don't know.

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"So, I'll come pick you up tomorrow?" Michael said on the phone.

It was one of our usual late night talks and I keep thinking about why he hasn't ask me yet.

"Hello? Tina you there?"

"Oh sorry I was thinking about something." I snapped out of my thought.

"What's up babe? What's wrong?"

I can't tell him. Especially not through the phone. It has to happen face to face. No way I am telling him this through the phone.

"Nothing. I'm just really tired now." I lied.

"Okay then. See you tomorrow. I love you so much."

"I love you too." I hung up the phone.

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Next day

"Are you okay? You've been acting really weird lately.." Michael said as I opened the door.

"Well good morning to you too." I snapped at him.

"Woah I'm sorry but did I do anything wrong?" He puzzled.

"Just- forget about it." I stormed into the kitchen trying to cool myself down.

"Woah hold on a minute!" Michael yelled but I just ignore him.

I walked in and open the refrigerator door trying to look for some peanut butter, but it was all out. I don't know why but at that point, I lost it. I slammed the door and started hitting it then I dropped to the floor and started crying.

"Christina!" Michael ran into the kitchen and slide on the floor and hugged me.

"Shhhh... Don't cry. Please don't cry...I'm sorry" He rubbed circular rounds on my back and calm me down.

"I- I..." I try to speak but couldn't as I cry on his chest.

We sat there for a few minutes before I let out all my tears. I sat up properly and he just stares at me.

He just looks at me before speaking up.

"When and how long?"

I couldn't speak.

How does he know?

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"How did you know?" I finally speak up.

"Come on, Chris. Answer the damn question." He let go of me and gave me a serious face. I don't like this side of him. It's scary.

"Uh- um.. 3 days?"

"3 DAYS? 3 fucking days and you never thought of telling me?!" He finally stood up and went out the kitchen.

I chased after him. "Look Michael, it's not that I don't-" I tried to explain.

"Don't what?" He cuts me.

"Don't trust me? Well of course you don't. Why didn't you tell me Christina? You know all these years I've been the only one that knows about your cuts and I'm the only one you go to when you're breaking down. But now you don't, whys that?" He frowned his eyebrows at me.

"I just thought I didn't wanna keep disturbing you cause you're not mine!" I let the words slip out before I could cover my mouth.

He stunned.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"No explain to me or else neither of us are going anywhere."

We both just stood there, in my living room. Far apart from each other. This was not how i expect it to be.

"I didn't wanna disturb you too much because then I will feel guilty because you are not mine..." I gave in and explain to him.

He walked closer to me and held my hands. He then kiss my forehead.

"What do you mean I'm not yours? Of course I'm yours and you are mine." He chuckled.

"Yeah I know... But we're not official..." I just keep staring at my feet. I couldn't look up to meet his beautiful eyes.

"I'm sorry Christina, I didn't know it would affect you so much because what we have right now, I thought we didn't need to do all these cliche would you be my girlfriend things, but if it affected you so much, I wanna help."

He leaned in closer and his lips were just about to meet mine. I close my eyes expecting for what's going to happen next.

"Would you be my girlfriend?" He whispers.

I opened my eyes, obviously blushing and just kissed him.

"Yes of course yes, you idiot!" I pull away and kissed him again.

He hugged me and spun me around the room.

"Wait. Why the cuts though? Is it because I didn't ask you officially?" He stopped.

"No no, well a part of it, yes. But, I just had one of those nights you know?"

"May I see them?"

I slowly lift up my sleeves to let him see my 3 fresh cuts. He gently rubs it and covers it back.

"Babe I'm so sorry I couldn't be there to help you. I'm such a terrible boyfriend."

"No don't worry, I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I promise you I wouldn't keep anything from you ever again." I smile and kiss him.

But just then I hear a slam on my front door, making both of us jump.

"Open up! Christina! Open up!"

I quickly run to the door and open it.

And then there stood a boy cover in mud. His shirt was ripped and pants were dirty and soggy. His face was blood shot red and one eye was badly bruised.

"Ashton?"

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They're official omg so cuttteeeeee

Anyone ship michael and Christina? Cause I do ;)

And what happened to Ashton? O:

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