I might be getting a bf soon ahshshhs wish me luck - E
AJ's POV
My fever makes my head feel fuzzy constantly. Light. I don't get why people want me to feel better. I feel better like this and I don't have to worry about my sisters and Michael making me pick a side. I almost like when they just let me be like this: happy. I don't really have to worry about my actions. When I'm in the mood to talk to friends, I find Zoe, Mallory, Coco, or Madison. When I'm in the mood, I talk to Cordelia. I also find the need to talk to Michael. A lot. I don't know why they haven't kicked him out yet, but I'm glad. I can squint my eyes and pretend that this is my life now, and that it'll last.
"Michael." I ask almost worried that I'm going to shatter this perfect life I've managed to create. "What deal do you and the other witches have?"
He turns his head a bit, amused. "Are you happy?"
"All of my problems are far away." I whisper. "I'm scared to break it. Everyone's so calm."
"We all just agreed that we should prioritize making sure you are calm for awhile."
I look at him oddly. "What do you mean?"
"Julie, the only thing we'll ever agree on is you." He warns me.
"I know." I admit carefully. "But I don't need everyone pretending everything's okay, like I'm some child."
Michael almost rolls his eyes. He reaches out so that he can grab my wrist, to pull me closer to him. I don't resist, being now slightly accustomed to his random physical contact. He either wants me to be all over him, or is more wary about me.
"The only person who ever babies you is Cordelia." He looks me in the eyes so intensely I can't imagine that he's being dishonest. "And even that is more maternal than anything else."
I hug him, surprising myself. "You're warm, you know."
"You are, too." He whispers. "You still have a fever."
"Good." I don't mean to say that out loud.
"What do you mean good?"
I can't look at him. "As long as I'm sick, you guys pretend that you can coexist. I don't have to pick sides.
Michael let's out a long breath. "You never have to pick sides."
I still can't look at him. "But isn't that how it works? I'm either with them and against you or the other way around."
Michael tilts my chin up with the pad of his fingers. "I would never make you choose."
"Don't do this," I smile teasingly.
