"I feel like a part of my soul has loved you since the beginning of everything. Maybe we're from the same star."
– Emery Allen
♡
When I wake up on Saturday morning, Michael is sprawled across the bed, his limbs hanging over me. I gently roll onto my side to grab my phone from its charger. I unplug the device and unlock it, going though my morning notifications. I check my Instagram for anything new, then close out of the app and move on to twitter.
I continue checking my social medias until I hear a loud groan from behind me, I know Michael has woken up.
"Why am I spooning you?" Michael's tired voice asks, and I chuckle, shrugging his arm off of me and turning to face him.
"Good morning," I say, and he doesn't respond, he only closes his eyes again.
"What time is it?" He asks, and I look at my phone to check the clock.
"Ten," I answer, and he nods.
"What time do you have to go home?"
"Around noon," I say, pulling my lips into a thin line. I don't want to go home yet-- Michael's house is much, much better than mine. If I was allowed to live here, I totally would. I love Michael and I think always being around him would be so much fun, though he would probably annoy me more often than not, now that I think about it. "I'm going to ask my Mom if I can stay later,"
"I hope you can," Michael says sleepily, shifting in the bed and pulling the blankets up higher. He wraps his arms around one of the pillows, and I chuckle. Michael definitely isn't a morning person.
I pat my green-haired friend's head and get out of the bed, throwing my half of the covers onto him. He sighs in content and holds the blankets closer. I open my messages app and click on my Mom's contact, writing her a text.
Luke:
Can I stay later please?
I sit cross-legged on the floor, leaning against Michael's bed, waiting for a response. A few minutes later, my phone vibrates and I look down at it, frowning as I read the message.
Mom:
Not this time, I need you home to help clean.
I groan loudly, and Michael peeks his head up to look at me.
"You can't stay?" He asks, rubbing his eyes. I shake my head grimly.
"Nope." I answer, and Michael swiftly throws the blankets off of himself, grimacing at the sudden cold. He sits up, stretching, before sitting beside me on the floor.
"Well, we better hurry up and play some more games before noon, then!"
♡
"Bye Michael!" I wave goodbye to him as I open the front door. Before I can leave, though, he wraps his arms around me in a bear hug.
"Bye, it was fun!" He says, grinning at me, showing off his teeth. I smile back, waving goodbye again. I shut the door behind me, and I hear Michael lock it. I readjust the backpack strap on my shoulder and I head over to my Mom's car.
I place my hand on the handle, waiting for her to unlock the door. It clicks, and I pull it open, stepping inside.
"Hi honey," Mom greets, leaning over to kiss me on the cheek. I make a face, but let her do it anyway. "Do you have everything?"
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60 Minutes // (Lashton)
FanficOn the wrist of each human being on Earth, there is a clock. The clock ticks down slowly; years, months, weeks, days, hours, minutes, seconds, until it hits zero-- meaning you've just met your soulmate. This is how it has been for as long as the peo...
