The Boy Who Thought I Died (M.C.)

: Twelve :

Ella Louise POV

"Stop!!' I squeal.

Michael smirks and splashes me right in the face.

"That was uncalled for!" I go under water and try to grab his ankle, but he sees it coming and i miss, landing on my face at the bottom of the pool.

When i come up he is laughing so hard as i rub my nose.

"Fuck, im bleeding," i mumble as i pull my hand away and see it covered in blood.

Michael stops laughing and touches my nose.

"OW! HEY!" I scream and back away.

At least its not broken.. "Sorry babe, lets get that cleaned up." Michael guides me to the pool stairs with his hand in the sall of my back.

I walk up them and Michael follows at my side.

Once we get into the kitchen, he lifts me by the waist onto the counter and rushes to get supplies.

He came back with tissues and this weird bandage thing.

I lean forward and let him work on my nose.

After fixing me up, he pulls me down and smiles before carefully kissing me.

"Have i told you how wonderful you look in that bathing suit?" He smirks and i slap his arm before laughing.

"Im hungry," I whine. He laughs and plays with a wet strand of my hair.

"Why dont we change and ill take you out to eat?' He suggests and i rush to the stairs.

He follows quickly and i pick out a Sleeping With Sirens tanktop, red skinny jeans, some toms, and a beanie to wear.

Slipping it on, i stand and wait for Michael.

He takes his sweet time picking out a muscle shirt, jeans, and some high tops.

"Cmon!" I whine. "Im really hungry!"

"Be quiet im almost done." He smirks and slips his shoes on.

I tap my foot against the hardwood floor.

Just when im about to leave without him, he gets up and grabs my hand, pulling me downstairs.

He pulls me straight out the door, basically throws me in the passenger seat before running to his side, starts the car and speeds towards the city.

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"See? I told you this is the best pizza place." I smirk as he eats his way through 5 peices of pizza.

"This. Pizza. Is. Amazing." He says, mouth full.

I laugh and take a bite of one of my 2 peices of cheese pizza.

He is on his 4th peice already. I know i should be disgusted but its actually quite cute.

"Im guessing you really like it. Papa?' I call.

Papa is the owner. Ive known him since i was 2. He s like my uncle.

"Yes Ella Louise?" He says back in his thick French accent.

"Can we get a few frozen pizzas for Michael? Any kind im sure he will be fine with," I smirk at Micheal.

His head looks up, mouth full, eyes wide, at the mention of his name.

I laugh so hard im sure i snorted a few times.

Michael scowls at me and i laugh even harder.

"Shut up," he says but it sounds like fut op because of his full mouth.

"Sorry, your just so funny." i clutch my stomach and Michael swallows.

"Ill kiss you if you dont shut up." I try to be quiet but its just too funny. Before i know it, Michaels tomato sauce flavored lips are attached to mine across the table, shutting me up instantly.

He pulls back and i stare at him. Applause sounds around us and i look to see all the customers looksing at us and cheering.

I blush and Michael grabs my hand, intertwining our fingers.

"They like us," He whispers and chuckles.

"Your lips taste like tomatoes" I whisper back and he glares. "Thats a good thing," i quickly add on.

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"I hope you like that pizza," I joke as Michael drives us home.

"Shut up." He growls playfully.

"Are you a bear now? Grrr" i mimck his growl and he laughs.

"That was horrible." I shrug at him and laugh.

He pulls into the driveway and i open my door.

Stepping out, i spot a car that isnt one of the boys'.

"Who is that?"

"I dont know," Michael comes around to my side and wraps his arm around my waist tightly, pulling me into his side.

He opens the unlocked door "Think its smart now?" I mumble as we walk in.

"Not now."

"Hello?" We both call out and hear shuffling in the kitchen.

We stalk into the kitchen, Michael pushes me behind him, clutching onto my hand with one hand and a pocket knife in the other.

He flips the light on and there stands,

George Darterman.