A Turn For The Best

Drive

#part5

You stay kissing Michaels plumb, blood like lips. He puts his cold hand up the back of your nirvana top, making you give out a little shiver. You stop and glance down at him, biting your lip. "I don't think this is a good place for this." You suggest quietly, while surveying his expression.

"Wait" you say in realisation.

"Wait what?" Michael says baffled.

"What time is it?" You ask looking into Michael's big round eyes.

"It's 1 babe, why?"

"I've left all my shit in that stupid, expensive hotel that I was supposed to be staying in last night. What a waste"

"That was my fault, I'll pay for it baby" he stops for a brief pause "do you wanna go get your stuff? I'll drive you"

"Can you even drive, Michael"

"Eh,am, yes" he mumbles.

"Hmmmmm Mikey I don't know... If you..." You didn't get a chance to finish your sentence before Mikey had the car turned on and he backed out the narrow parking space.

"Mi-"

"Shhhhhhhh okay just text Calum to tell him I'm driving you to the hotel you were meant to stay in" he pushes himself up so he could pull his phone out of his back pocket of his non-ripped jeans and hands it to you.

"Am... What's your password?" Staring at him puzzled.

"It's 5767"

"Hehe! That's mine too because -"

"It says 5SOS" you say simultaneously.

You both laugh. You look at him. He has crinkles by his eyes. They're so cute, you just wanna reach out and touch his face but you resist the temptation. Forcing your mind to change the subject.

*ring**ring* {all time low backseat serenade plays from Michaels phone} you pick it up from the centre dash and sliding it to answer it. You hold it closely to your ear.

"Hello"

<hey, it's Calum>

"Oh hey what's up?" You inquire.

<nothing much, is Michael really driving> Calum asks with uncertainty.

"Am... Yeah he is why?"

<how's he doing?>

"Eh... Good, I gotta go Calum, we're at the hotel now to get my stuff before 2" you say, before giving him a chance to reply Michael takes the phone and hangs up. Then he leans in and kisses you on the cheek.

You look at the 5-Star hotel. It was a red bricked building with beautiful ivy lacing it's was up the window. Flower pots hung from each window sill. They were filled with the most colourful flowers. Michael interrupts your train of thought.

"Come on so babe, let's go get your stuff."