Mileven Stories

Paparazzi

Eleven woke up to a white flash that she could vaguely see even with her eyes closed. She knew her apartment needed black out curtains to lessen the sun's light, but Mike had insisted that would make them become cave people.

She decided to ignore the daylight and flipped onto her opposite side in attempt of hiding from the sun.

El had just settled in when she saw that bright flash again followed by a weird processing noise. She groggily rubbed her eyelids and forced herself up.

It was when she successfully opened her eyes that she saw Mike standing at the foot of their bed with a disposable camera.

Putting two and two together, El let out an annoyed breath and threw herself back into a laying position.

"Mike, why are you taking pictures this early?"

She didn't get a verbal response back. Instead, her fiancé did a wings out jump onto the bed beside her. His hands found her hair which made her sigh contently.

"I got up early, so I tried to fix up our apartment and while I was cleaning I found this disposable camera and it still has a few shots left. I tried to get a few pictures of Logan, but he gave me a face that said, 'take one more photo and I will scratch you in your sleep', so I figured I'd take some pictures of you instead."

Once what he just said registered in El's mind, her eyes broke open again.

She propped herself up on her elbow and gave Mike a fake-annoyed glare before speaking with mighty sass.

"Let me get this straight. You found a disposable camera, tormented our cat with it, and then came here to take creepy pictures of me while I sleep?"

El watched as Mike's freckles started becoming more noticeable due to his cheeks turning a hint of pink.

Mike was a bit flustered by how her response sounded, so he went on defense. "You make it sound like I'm a weirdo when I was just trying to capture the things I love most in their natural habitats!", he sputtered out.

Eleven couldn't keep hold her laughter back and could not stop her throat from allowing more teasing comments to escape.

"STALKER! Max was right! Stalkers! And you might be the most stalker-y stalker of them all Wheeler!"

Mike was quick to move and straddle El to get his revenge about what she had just said.

Her laughter halted before being brought to an excruciating level as she felt her sides being tickled.

Before she could beg for mercy, she heard the click followed by the same white flash that had woken her up.

Mike stopped his attack and gently laid himself on her so he could get closer to her golden eyes. The mood shifted from goofy to loving when Mike said, "Now I have to get these pictures developed because that one is going to be my favorite."

Eleven used her hands to search around the bed until she found the object she wanted.

Now that the camera was in her hands, she looked upward and took in Mike's appearance. His cheeks were still flushed from laughter and his dark eyes were a little squinted as if he was analyzing her every move. What really stood out was how messy his curled locks were surrounding his head in the shape of what looked to be the fluffiest cloud.

She now understood why Mike was taking these pictures of her. She too wanted a picture of how he looked in that very moment so that she can always wake up to see him, even if he couldn't always be beside her.