Michael's POV:
The movie finally ends and Ally is still asleep on my shoudler. I try to wake her but she doesn't budge. Finally I just decide that she isn't going to wake up anytime soon, so I slip my hands under her back and knees. I lift her up and tell everyone that I'll be right back. Ally stirs a little in my arms then settles down with her head on my chest.
I walk up do my guest room and tuck Ally under the cover. I feel like she will be unbelievably hot in a sweater and leggings so I pick out a small t-shirt and a pair of boxer shorts from my closet.
"Cait!" I call from the stairs "can you come here?" soon enough Caitlyn comes up the stairs.
"I need you to change Ally into more comfortable clothes.." I say sheepishly, handing her the clothes. She nods and heads into the guest room. A minute or two later Cait reapears.
"Done!" She smiles and walks back to the basement. I open the door of the guest room and see that the covers are everywhere but the small section where Ally is sleeping. I chuckle quietly and walk over to the edge of the bed. I lightly pull the covers over Ally's petite body. She rolls around and is now facing me. I now notice how innocent and... cute she looks. Her big blue eyes are closed and her button nose is scrunched up. Her dark hair is behind her and she is curled up in a ball.
Before I can stop myself, I lean over and plant a small kiss on her forehead. I laugh a bit when I see that the corners of her lips have turned up slightly.
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Ally's POV
This is not my room. I look down at my outfit and my heart starts to race. Wait what happened last night? These are not my clothes! The memory of falling asleep on Michael comes back to my and my face flushes. I actually fell asleep on Michael Clifford. I'm an idiot.
"Don't worry Caitlyn changed your clothes," I look over and see Michael standing in my doorway.. shirtless.
"Oh uh.. thanks," I mumble, getting out of bed. Michael's shirt ends mid thigh and the boxer shorts end at my knees. He smiles a little.
"You're so small," he laughs. My face becomes hot and I start to play with my hands.
"Yeah.. I know," he stops laughing and walks over to me.
"Did I hurt your feelings?" He asks, lifting my chin.
"A little but its fine," I answer, meeting his gaze.
"No it's not. I'm sorry Al."
"Al?" I ask. Suddenly, his face starts to come closer and I'm frozen. I don't know what to do. Is he going to kiss me?
"Michael?" A woman's voice cuts Michael off, and he takes a step back. His mom enters the room. Her eyes land on my outfit.
"Are those your clothes, Michael?" Her eyes burn into me. She's juding me. Judging my hair, my lack of makeup and the fact that it looks like something is going on between me and her son. Michael nods, his gaze shifts to the floor.
He's ashamed of me. Oh.
"I'm going to have to ask you to leave." She's talking to me. I look up. She's talking to me. I nod slowly and pick up the clothes I was wearing yesterday and begin to walk out the door.
"Where do you think you're going, young lady?" Mrs. Clifford asks.
"The bathroom," I reply numbly.
"You can change here, its nothing my son hasn't seen already!" She says, her eyes never leaving my own. I've never been good with confrontation and right now I feel like I might faint.
"Al?" Michael asks, steping closer to me.
I take a step away. Everything is spinning. I can't see straight.
"Oh so you two have nicknames for each other now?" Mrs. Clifford asks, discust evident in her voice "chop chop! Get changed or I will call your mother!"
Everything is becoming black.
The last thing I hear before giving into the darkness is Michael calling my name.
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Ooh drama!
-prettylittlepaynes
