Would You Hate Me?? (MJ FF)

Shopping?

It was about 9 o' clock when I woke up. Mike was asleep next to me. I smiled, before quietly getting up and pulling on a tank top and pajama pants. I walked downstairs, and into the kitchen. Looking around, I realized the one thing I wanted was gone. I groaned, before walking into the living room and flopping down on the couch. "Good morning Miss!" I heard Carried say. "Good morning Carrie." I mumbled. "What's wrong?" "Long story." "Oh. . ." "Wanna watch The Golden Girls?" "YES!!!"

Carrie and I watched The Golden Girls for about an hour before Gilligan's Island came on. I would laugh at Blanche and Sofia's constant bickering, and Carrie would laugh at the funny things Gilligan did. Michael came downstairs about 10:30. "Good morning." I said, smiling. He returned a sleepy smile before mumbling, "Morning." "Sleep well?" "Yeah." "Good." I smiled again. "Want some coffee?" Mike asked, making his way to the kitchen. "Can't." "Why?" "Demon Lady threw it out the window last night." "....... THAT BITCH!!!" Mike yelled, storming out of the kitchen. I laughed at him. "Hmph." Michael pouted, crossing his arms. I giggled, and kisses his cheek. "Aww, it'll be okay." I teased. Michael smirked at me. "Oh hush up." I snickered. "Well we may not have coffee but that doesn't mean we don't have breakfast." I said, walking into the kitchen. But, I walked with a bit of a limp. "Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow...." I said, wincing every time I took a step. "You okay?" Michael asked, a smile toying at his lips. I rolled my eyes at him. "Yeah." I said. "Just a pain in my ass. . ." I added in a mumble. I looked at Michael, and his eyes were wide. A bright red blush was on his face. My hand immediately flew up to my mouth. "Oh my God. . . you heard me?!" He nodded. "Crap....." I hissed under my breath. "What's an ass?" I heard a sweet voice ask behind me. I whipped around, and saw Carrie. SHIT. . . "Oh, um, it's a. . . Um. . . Mike, a little help?" I said, turning to Michael. "Nope. You're on your on here." He grinned. I made a pouty face. "Well, someone isn't going to be getting lucky anytime soon!" His eyes went wide. " 'Ey!" He cried, crossing his arms. "Yeah, you heard me." I said, smiling. "Hmph." He pouted. I giggled. "Seriously, what is it?" Carrie asked, curiously. "Oh, um, Carrie, please never, ever, ever use that word again. Okay?" Carrie sighed. "Okay. . ." She said. "Good." I smiled. "Hmph." Michael said again. I rolled my eyes and chuckled. "And as for you," I said, turning to him, "Quit pouting, and I might just change my mind." His face changed from pouting to smirking. He pulled me close to him and whispered in my ear, "Better be." I smiled at him. "Okay then." I responded. He grinned a bit. I chuckled and rolled my eyes. "Now, will you let me make breakfast, then maybe we can go out and get a new coffee maker?" "Okay."

"Ooh, we're going shopping?! Yay!!!" Carrie bounced around in the back seat. I giggled, then said, "Yeah, kinda." Michael chuckled. "Well, LET'S GO!!" Carrie cried wildly. I laughed, and Michael smiled. He put the car in drive, and off we were.

I am sorry it is short and that it took so long. NO HATE! SMILE!