somebody to you || m.c

Chapter 33

holy fucking shit 33 chapters is a whole fucking lot thank u for reading this shitty book ily a lot

"So, it's Rachel's birthday tomorrow," I start, playing with Matilda's ears.

"Oh shit, she's turning 18 yeah?" Michael asks.

"Yeah," I smile. "I can't believe it. I remember when she was 12, I feel old."

"Well I'm older than you so imagine how I feel."

"But you didn't know her when she was 12," I laugh, looking up at Michael.

"Maybe I did."

"You're such an idiot," I laugh. "What are you getting her?"

"I have to buy her a present?" Michael groans, standing up and walking towards the door.

"Where are you going?" I ask, scampering to my feet and following Michael to the door of our appartment.

"To buy Rachel a present."

"Do you want me to come so you don't end up buying her mint chocolate or something?"

"I would buy her a big block."

"She doesn't like mint chocolate," I laugh.

"Well then you should probably come with me," He laughs, grabbing my wrist and walking towards his car.

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"I think Luke might like Rachel's present more than she will," I laugh, holding the 12 pack of fruit-flavoured condoms in my hand and swinging them around, earning a few disapproving stares from strangers.

"Stop waving them around," Michael laughs, grabbing my hand and stilling it at my side. 

"Yeah, I probably shouldn't be doing that," I chuckle, shoving them in the shopping bag. "I'm not even sure why I was holding them."

"Should I buy her some lingerie?" He suggests jokingly.

"That would be super weird and super creepy," I laugh as we walk past 'Naughty but Nice.'

"You know that's a stripper joint?" I question, and Michael widens his eyes at me.

"Are you serious? How come I never knew about this?" He laughs, looking through the entrance of the store. I slap his arm, causing him to flinch and smirk at me. 

"Jealous?"

"Not jealous, just don't like my boyfriend looking for hookers."

"Sorry, babe," He chuckles, kissing my temple. 

"Are you coming to our little get-together tomorrow night?" I ask.

"I wasn't aware we were having a 'get-together', but sure," He shrugs, taking my hand in his.

"You can't stay tonight," I say looking up at him. He pouts down at me.

"Why not?" He whines.

"Because it's Rachel's birthday tomorrow," I giggle, hugging his side and looking up at him. "I'm sorry."

"But why can't I stay?"

"Because I never see Rach anymore and I think I should make tomorrow... like... about her."

"Fine," Michael groans, tightening his arms around my waist. "So today you're all mine."

"Most days I'm all yours," I point out, causing Michael to chuckle.

"I know."

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"Happy birthday Rakel!" I scream, jumping on Rachel's bed. She groans loudly, rolling over and rubbing her eyes, looking at me and smiling.