somebody to you || m.c

Chapter 36

"I love not having to be at University at this time of the day," Michael giggles, checking the time on his laptop.

"Yeah, I was never a morning person."

"I know, fucking grumble bum."

"Shut up!" I giggle, swatting at his chest.

"Hey, don't hurt me," He pouts, grabbing my wrist and slapping myself with my own hand. "Why are you slapping yourself?" He laughs, watching me scrunch up my face everytime my hand makes contact with my face.

"Stop!" I whine, pulling my wrist away and shuffling closer to him, hugging his waist tightly.

"Sorry, kitten," He giggles, wrapping one arm around my shoulder and reaching for the remote with the other, flicking the TV on.

"Top 100 is on," He says, closing his laptop and throwing it on the floor.

"Be careful with that!" I laugh. "You're going to break it."

"Nah," He shrugs. 

"Omg I haven't heard this song in ages!" I exclaim, jumping up and dancing to Talk Dirty To Me.

"You are a loser," Michael chuckles, watching me make an absolute fool of myself dancing. 

"Yeah, but I bet I can dance better than you," I shoot back, which makes him stand up and throw his hands up, dancing like a fool.

"Oh my gosh, look at that butt," I laugh as he bends over, attempting to twerk in skinny jeans. "You're going to rip a hole in those pants."

"You're right," He laughs, coming over and wrapping his arms around my waist, kissing my forehead. I laugh, scrunching up my nose and closing my eyes.

"Michael please, I'm trying to jam out here," I giggle, pushing him away from me playfully.

"Too bad," He laughs, walking back over to me and hugging me, lifting me off the ground slightly.

"Michael," I giggle. "Stop, put me down."

"Not until you tell me how much you love me."

"I love--oh my God I love this song Michael put me down," I laugh, squirming my way out of his arms and running towards the TV.

"My anaconda don't want none unless you've got buns hun," I sing, causing Michael to erupt into laughter.

"Since when did you have an anaconda?"

"Shut the fuck up, Mikel," I giggle, walking back over to the couch with Michael following closely behind me. 

"Did you hear that? I have a dick bigger than the eifel tower."

"I wouldn't say that," I giggle.

"Fuck you," He says, pouting.

"I already do," I say, cocking an eyebrow at him. He laughs, shaking his head and pulling me onto his lap.

"Can't I just sit next to you?" I sigh. "I don't want to accidentally give you a boner.

"No, you have to sit on my lap," He says, kissing my neck softly.

"Stop!" I laugh. "I'm trying to watch the hits."

"Well stop watching the hits and look at me."

I sigh, spinning around so that I was straddling Michael, looking at him. "Yes?"

He tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear, smiling at me contently. 

"You know, George, when I joke about wanting to fuck you and stuff, like, I just want you to know that I really love you. Like, I'm not just having sex with you because I want to... well, I am, but I'm doing it because I love you. And like... um... I'm not good at this kind of stuff..."

"You're doing well," I smile, urging him to continue.

"Well, when I make rude remarks about, you know, rude stuff, see I told you I suck at this sentimental shit." 

I giggle, biting my lip nervously.

"But like, I don't think you get that every time I make love to you I get this feeling in my stomach, it's like, butterflies, but butterflies aren't very manly, uh, I get moths in my stomach and it's like I get nervous every time and I can't explain it but I am so in love with you and I just want you to know that I would do anything for you."

"I love you too," I smile, kissing his lips softly.

"Good, and I think that I will be in love with you until the day that I die and I hope you feel the same," He says, wrapping his arms around my waist. 

"Mhm, forever and always," I smile, kissing him again. 

"We are very cheesy, you know?"

"Yeah, that's not very punk rock, Michael."

"It is so punk rock."

"No it isn't."

"Okay, it isn't," He smirks. "But being a little cheesy is okay."

"I hate cheesy stuff, but I like cheesy pizza."

"Oh so you don't like it when I do cheesy stuff?"

"I love it when you do cheesy stuff but I don't usually like cheesy stuff."

"Except pizza," Michael points out. I roll my eyes laughing, "yes, except cheese pizza."

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holy fuck this chapter sucks ass i am really sorry