"Madi!! I'm hungry!" Ashton groans as Michael and I enter the living area.
"Well, you went grocery shopping. Go find something." I shrug and sit on the couch, Michael beside me.
"But, you're the lady of the house. You're supposed to cook."
"Ashton, you're twenty. Go cook yourself something to eat."
"Uhm...I can't.." Ashton says.
"Why not?"
"I can't cook."
"Oh..Well, there's cereal in there." I smile and shrug.
"Madison Hailey Maynard, please fix me something to eat." Ashton begs and groans.
I finally give in. "Ugh, fine! What do you want?" I stand up and make my way to the kitchen.
"I want...breakfast!" Ashton follows behind me, with a smile.
"What kind? Eggs, Bacon?..." I ask setting the skillet on the stove.
"Eggs.!" Ashton sits at the table and waits anxiously like a child.
"Are you sure you're twenty and not two?" I ask cracking the eggs and laughing.
"I am sure."
"Okay.." Ashton and I continue to talk while his breakfast is cooking. I decide to cook for everyone else too. (Being the nice person I am.) "Breakfast is ready!" I yell as everyone rushes to the table. They each grab an empty plate and give me stares with a smile. "What?"
"We want our food." Luke says directing his eyes at the eggs.
"And..? Seriously, aren't you guys old enough to help yourselves?" I ask, one hand on my hip. They plead and give me puppy dog eyes. "Fine!" I put eggs on each of their plates. "Happy now?"
"Very!" They all dig into their breakfast, and I just laugh. No matter how hard I try to be mad at these four goons, I never succeed.
"What's so funny?" Michael and Calum ask, their mouths full of eggs.
"You four." I calm my laughing down, and walk to the living area. My life is better when I'm around the four.
I'm joined by none other than my amazing boyfriend. Michael plops down beside me on the couch stealing the remote. "Why are you so dressed up for?"
"I'm not. I just straightened my hair and jazzed up my makeup a bit." I say, trying to get the remote back.
"The last time I saw you with straight hair was-"
"Was before you became famous." I cut him off.
"Yeah..Why haven't you straightened it since then? Well, excluding today, obviously." Michael flicks through the channels
"I don't know. I just felt like being pretty today." I shrug and rest my head on his shoulder.
"You're pretty to me every day." Michael's voice goes soft and quite.
I smile before lifting my head up and asking, "Do you really mean that?"
"Yes, Madi. I really mean that. I've always thought you were pretty. Wait—no—beautiful. I've always thought you were beautiful. Every since I first caught sight of you. Yeah, puberty was starting to take place. But, before it did, I seen you. I thought you were the most beautiful girl in year eight. I've always liked you, M&M." Michael stares at me intensely.
"Why did you wait until now to tell me? Maybe Blake and I never would've happened if you told me."
"Because, I thought it was just a stage. That my feelings for you were false. The next year rolled around, and I was wrong. My feelings became stronger. I dated other girls because I thought I'd like them more than I did you. You're my best friend, and I knew eventually I'd develop feelings for you. I just didn't think it'd be so soon."
"Everyone falls for their best friend at least once. I fell for you, and I'm still falling." I smile and kiss Michael.
Michael pulls me onto his lap, and his best friend pops up. (No, not me. His other best friend.) I wrap my arms around his neck and begin playing with the ends of his hair, which, by the way, was not styled today. Our tongues explore each others mouths, like always. I take in his mint toothpaste taste. Mixed with mine, it becomes very minty in our mouths.
Michael pulls apart after two minutes to catch his breath.
"Damn, Madi. Every kiss gets better and better. I think I'm teaching you right." Michael winks and pecks my lips.
"No, I think I'm teaching you right. I have plenty experience with kissing." After that last sentence comes out of my mouth, I realized it made me sound like such a slut. "No! I didn't mean that! I meant..." I try to think of the right words to say. I come up with nothing and face palm myself, "Damn it!"
Michael laughs, making me laugh.
"I know what you mean, Madi." He wipes his mouth and says, "Actually, I think we taught each other."
"True, but I'm still teaching you." Michael was my first kiss. I never told anyone, but, I guess he knew.
Flashback;
"Michael's never kissed a girl!" Nicole, the biggest bully in year eight, teases Michael.
"I have too!" Michael puts up a fight, but it isn't worth it. Nicole knows everything.
I know, I shouldn't just be standing here. I should be butting in and defending my best friend.
"No, Michael, you haven't. Today's the day of our graduation before year nine. You're going to be the only one who hasn't kissed anyone!" Nicole evil laughs and walks off.
"Thanks for helping, Madi." Michael storms off to his last class. Little does he know what I have planned for him.
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It's the hour of graduation, and I'm sitting between Nicole and Michael. Nicole smirks at Michael before walking to the podium to make her speech.
"As we all know, the students, of course, everyone in year eight has already kissed someone. But, there's one person who hasn't." Even if Nicole is turned towards the crowd, I know she has an evil smirk on her face. "Michael Clifford." She turns around and everyone starts laughing.
"Yes I have!" Michael tries to argue again.
I sigh and stand up, bringing him up with me. I instantly slam our lips together, a little tingle forms during.
Everyone in the building gasps. (I mean, who wouldn't if they seen this before a whole graduating class?)
"Now, Nicole, he has." I smile at her as she stomps her foot and takes her seat beside me again.
Michael thanks me, and I smile. My best friend was my first kiss..
End of flashback.
"Michael, I actually want to tell you something." I sigh.
"What is it?" He studies my face.
"You were actually my first kiss." I give him a small smile and begin playing with my fingers.
"I know." Michael smiles.
"For how long?" I ask smiling along.
"Since that day. I knew you hadn't kissed anyone. I guess that's why I cherish that memory forever."
I smile and kiss him again. "I love you, Mikey."
"I love you, too, Madi." Michael kisses the top of my head, and I just smile.
That's all I ever do around Michael is smile, and I don't mind.
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Hey, guys! I just have a quick question;
Should I do the next chapter from Michael's point of view, or continue as Madi's?
If you could give me some answers, that would be well appreciated! Thanks! I love you!! ♥
