Fixing Our Problems || m.c. au

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"I don't see why you can't just stay in my flat," Michael pouts as he pulls into one of the few parking spaces in front of Liane's dorm building.

"I'm not staying at your flat, Mikey," She leans over to quickly press her lips to his cheek, "but I'll probably be there a lot, because you just can't stay away from me," she overdramatically flips her ponytail as best she could making an amused laugh escapes through Michael's lips.

"Come on," he smiles at her, nodding his head in the direction of the building. Liane is quick to get to the backseat and grab her bigger bag before sticking her tongue out at Michael.

"Loser," she teases while shutting the door to the backseat.

"Why am I a loser?" He asks, faking offense once he makes it to the front of the car where she was leaning against the suitcase she had gotten. She doesn't respond, only rolling her eyes jokingly before picking up the smaller bag - since Michael had taken the bigger one from her - and leading the way to the door.

"My room is on the first floor," she tells him happily.

"Good, then I can get to your room easier," he smirks slightly and she looks at him wearily.

"That sounded much more dirty to me than it was intended," she laughs quietly once they reach what's supposed to be her door.

"It was intended to sound that dirty," he jokes with a shrug. She gapes at him, pushing him away lightly before pushing open her door.

Once in the room, she notices half of the room already filled with someone's stuff, letting her know her roommate has already moved in. "You can just put the bag by the bed, I guess," she shrugs, putting the bag she had on top of the bed.

"Can I kiss you?" He asks cheerfully, moving so that he was standing right in front of her.

"If you must," she groans playfully. He grins at her before gently gripping her hips and pulling her closer to him until their lips meet.

"Oh, geez, sorry, I didn't hear anyone else come in," The pair jumps apart when hearing someone else's voice. "I - I'm Ashlyn," she introduces, looking back in forth between the two.

"I am so sorry," Liane rushes out, taking another step away from Michael with tinted cheeks. "I'm Liane, and this is Michael." She gestures towards the silent boy now standing a few feet away from Liane. Ashlyn nods with a light, timid smile before moving to work on unpacking one of his bag.

"So, uh, how long have you two been together?" She asks in attempt to cut the tension in the air.

"Oh, um, we aren't exactly, you know, together," Liane replies, pink returning to her cheeks.

"Oh?" Ashlyn turns to face the pair, getting a nod from each of them. "Sorry, I just assumed." A blush of her own was making its way to her cheeks.

"I've got to get to work," Michael finally speaks up, gaining both of the girls' attentions.

"I - bye," Liane replies sheepishly. He gently presses his lips to her forehead before making his way out of the dorm. "I am really, really sorry you walked in on that," she apologizes once again.

"No worries, love," Ashlyn assures her. "If you don't mind my asking, what exactly is going on between the two of you?"

"To be honest, I'm not exactly sure, but I don't mind it. He's a really lovely guy," she shrugs. "Total subject change, but is that your natural hair? It's really freaking gorgeous," Liane compliments, just barely touching the ends of the black curls.

"Thanks," she smiles, "and yeah, it's my natural hair."

"Oh my god, you're British," Liane giggles, finally noticing Ashlyn's sweet British accent.

"Yes, and you're American," she says teasingly slow, letting out a quiet laugh.

"Shut up," she pouts. "I do not feel like unpacking, you wanna come with me to get some coffee or something? I'm in the mood for that," Liane suggests.

"Why not? Come on." Ashlyn tugs on Liane's hand, dragging her out of the dorm.

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i'm so bad at ending chapters oh my god, i'm sorry.

probs gonna update another chap later cuz this is garbage xx