He stays inside me refusing to leave he says he feels safe there like it's home. I don't quite understand though it's beautiful. Eventually we both decide to leave the bed. I moan "Do we have to I'm comfy" He grabs my hand pulling me to him laughing. "Yes we have music to write today, this album won't write itself". I stick my tongue out at him and head towards his shower.
I get out a few minutes later, he sits on the bed tying his shoe laces. He's wearing a black shirt with white writing, dots with red dots too and blue jeans that hugs his legs tightly. Black shoes hair quiffed perfectly as always. I grab one of his jumpers a bright yellow mustardy coloured ones and a pair of his baggy cargo pants and put them on with my converse. "Why is it my clothes look a thousand times better on you then me?". He laughs leaning against the door frame.
Blushing I kiss him "You just gotta know how to rock it Mike". His arms wrap around my waist softly he kisses me. Cupping my face he begins caressing it, staring into my eyes. "When I look into your eyes its like watching the night sky or a beautiful sunrise. How old is your soul?" He sings softly into my ear. "You like Jason mraz?". "Yes why is that such a shock". I elbow him playfully. "It's not was just a question".
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Post Traumatic
FanfictionLife had been hard sometimes. But when you become the back up singer for dead by sunrise and signed on as a writer for Linkin park life gets that just becomes that little bit easier for Amy especially when you fall for Mike shinoda and he falls for...
