somebody to you || m.c

Chapter 20

I am disrupted from my 'jam session' by a knock on the door. "This better be worth it," I mutter, walking towards it and swinging it open.

"Hi babe, can I come in?" Michael asks, walking into my appartment.

"Since when do you ask and you didn't give me enough time to answer," I say, pouting over at Michael who was making himself as home, as per usual.

"I was just being polite, I was going to come in anyway," He smirked, taking a bite of chocolate from my fridge.

"Rachel's going to kill you," I laugh, as he takes another piece of chocolate and pops it in his mouth.

"She'll never know," He laughs, taking another row and popping it back in the fridge.

"You'd be surprised, once I ate one little square of it and she knew. She punched me," I laugh, taking a piece and eating it.

"Whatever, I can take her," He says, putting up his fists as if he was ready for a fight.

"If you punched her, she would totally sue you," I laugh, shaking my head at him. He just shrugs, eating the last of the chocolate and walking over to me.

"Hi," He smiles down at me, grabbing my waist.

"Hello?" I ask in an American accent. He just laughs, shaking his faded green hair in my face and ruffling up my own.

"Hey! Don't do that," I laugh, shoving him away from me and fixing my hair. He bit his lip, walking back over to me. He slides his hands around my waist, pulling me into him. He smiles down at me again, about to lean in and kiss me. Before he does, I pull my face. It's hard to explain, but I basically stretch my face and squint my eyes. It gets Rachel every time.

"Woah what the hell?" He laughs, taking my face in his hands. I don't change my facial expression, trying my hardest not to laugh.

"What?" I ask, continuing to pull the face. He starts to hysterically laugh, pulling out his phone and taking a picture.

"Michael! No!" I laugh, trying to grab his phone.

"No," He smirks. "Not until you do something for me."

"Whatever it is, I refuse," I say, folding my arms over my chest.

"I was going to offer to make you dinner, but okay..." He says, trailing off and walking for the door.

"Wait!" I yell, grabbing his arm and spinning him around. "You can make me dinner," I smile, quickly kissing him on the lips. I walk into my room, pausing the music that was still playing from my phone. I walk back out to see Michael standing in the kitchen with a confused look on his face.

"What are you doing?" I laugh, watching as he turns around and continues looking for something.

"I'm looking for your potatoes," He says, throwing things out of the cupboard and leaving them on the floor.

"Michael! Why would there be any potatoes in the cupboard? They're in the fridge!" I laugh, running over to him and hugging him from behind.

"Don't touch me, I'm trying to focus here Georgia," He says, turning around and pushing me off him. I frown as he turns back around, pulling out some potatoes from the fridge. I observe his hair, and notice that he has a bald spot. Probably from dying his hair so much.

"Hey Michael?" I say, smiling to myself.

"What?" He asks, furrowing his eyebrows looking for something else, I don't even want to know what it is. He will probably find it eventually, completely destroying my kitchen in the process.