I groan as I get out of bed. I hate work. I hate waking up. I hate days.
I notice Michael isn't still in bed, which is very strange because he's still usually asleep. We're always the last ones up.
I grab an outfit, shower, do my business, and change. It feels good having a full eight hours sleep.
I brush my hair out, and apply some makeup. I use a bit eyeliner, mascara, and a ton of lip gloss. As my hair begins to dry, its forms waves. I plug my straightner up so I can straighten my hair once it's completely dried.
As I finish putting my things away, I hear a loud knock on the door.
"Just a second," I say checking myself in the mirror. Looking good, Madi, looking good! The knocks get louder and harder. It annoys me, so eventually I answer. "What?!"
"I have to pee.." Luke says standing in front of me, holding his crotch.
"Seriously, Luke? You're a boy! You could've peed outside. That's why God gave it to you; So it can freely pee outside on the neighbors doorstep." I huff and exit the bathroom so he can do his business.
"Madi," Luke opens the door when he's finished and stops me as I start to walk downstairs, "you look lovely, by the way." He gives me his signature smile, and a kiss on the cheek.
Before I can respond, he escapes down the steps. I silently say a "thank you," and continue down the steps.
"Good morning, Madison." Calum says with a smile. He's more focused on the TV than anything else. Calum is the only one out of the group to call me Madison. He rarely ever calls me Madi.
"Morning, Cal." I smile back and walk to the kitchen. That's where everyone, except Calum (obviously), is at.
"Madi! Good morning!" I'm tackled from behind with Ashton and Michael hugs.
"Morning, guys." I laugh and decide on what to eat. I go for cereal, instead of my usual fruit bar. I must admit, they're starting to get to me.
"You look cute today." Michael says leaning on the stove. Oh, how funny it would be if that stove was actually on. I laugh at my own thought.
"Don't I everyday?" I respond, sitting at the table with everyone else.
"Well, yeah." Michael takes a seat beside me.
"I'm kidding, Mikey." I say before putting a huge spoonful of cereal in my mouth.
"How did you sleep last night?" Ashton asks.
"Uhm, pretty good. I got a full eight hours of sleep. How about you?" I ask. Suddenly, I get four different answers. "Woah, woah, woah. One at a time, please." I feel like I'm a kindergarten teacher who has to teach her kids how to act.
"Well," Michael says, "considering I slept next to you, pretty damn good." He smirks and kisses my lips.
"Yeah, well, I slept awful. My head kept hurting me, then I just couldn't sleep." Ashton says with a frown.
"Awh, Ashy, I'm sorry." I kiss the top of his head.
"And I feel a lot better now. Thanks, Madi!" He smiles, and I laugh.
"You're welcome, Ashton."
"I slept fine. Pretty fine, actually." Calum says walking through the kitchen door.
"I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. I was exhausted." Luke says sitting back in the kitchen chair.
"Yeah, I could tell by the way you acted yesterday." I place my dirty dish in the sink, and twirl around. I feel so different, yet I don't know why.
"You look beautiful." Michael says kissing my neck and grabbing my hips.
"Guys, seriously?! We're still here!" The other three groan. Michael and I decide to make it more awkward for them.
Michael begins biting and sucking on my neck, and I moan in pleasure. By the time that's done, the kitchen is cleared.
Michael and I laugh as we high five each other.
"That was fun, we should do it again." Michael says with a smirk.
"Michael, that would be the third time this week. I don't want to be sent to the hospital because my boyfriend wants to have sex all the time." It feels so weird saying boyfriend after saying best friend for eight years. It fits perfect in my mouth, it just feels weird saying it. Nevertheless, I am proud to say Michael Clifford is my boyfriend.
"So? I'm sure other people have sex five times a week, maybe more." Michael shrugs.
"Yeah, but we're not other people. We're Madison and Michael. I don't want to be like everyone else." Its hard telling a horny nineteen year old to calm his hormones. I'm eighteen, and I can barely do it.
"Fine. We'll only have sex twice a week." He rests his head on my shoulder and I just kiss his cheek.
"But, I could change my mind later." At that comment, Michael's head shoots up and his eyes are brighter.
"Really?" He smiles wide at his question.
"Yes, really." I kiss him once more, and he deepens it.
I never would've guessed I'd be the one to fall in love with my best friend. I guess I proved myself wrong.
