Fixing Our Problems || m.c. au

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"Here, just pour this in the bowl," Michael instructs Liane from behind her. The two of them were trying to make pancakes for them and Calum for breakfast, when really, it was just Michael who knew how to make them.

"Why can't you do it?" She asks, turning around to face him. "You'll make them better," she grins cheekily. He shakes his head, also grinning down at her before pecking her lips lightly.

"I'm helping," he shrugs while she turns back around to start mixing the batter.

"You aren't helping, you're just telling me what to do," she laughs quietly, shaking her head. He smiles, wrapping his arms around her waist loosely and kissing her neck a few times.

"Now pour the batter onto the cooking thing," he says against her skin.

"That's real specific, thanks," she mumbles sarcastically, moving away from him.

"No, come back," he whines. Liane rolls her eyes playfully once she's done with the batter and moves back towards him. She places her hands on his shoulders and lightly pecks his lips. When she tries to pull away, he tugs on her hips to bring her closer to him.

"The pancakes will burn, Mikey," she mumbles against his lips.

"Fine," he pouts, letting her pull away from him.

After she's done putting the pancakes on three different plates, she quickly pecks Michael's lips and makes her way to Calum's room. "Calum," she mumbles, pushing open his door. "Wake up, Callie," she sings, putting the plate on the floor and shaking him.

"Don't call me Callie," he grumbles, trying to push her away.

"Mikey and I made pancakes; I brought you some." Calum makes some sort of whining noise and sits up, rubbing is face tiredly. He reaches out for the plate, murmuring a quiet 'thank you' and with that, Liane leaves the room.

...

"Liane," Michael mumbles unsurely while they were watching a movie.

"Yeah?" She looks up at him expectantly.

"I was just wondering, and you don't have to tell me, but what caused your depression?" He questions hesitantly.

"Oh, um ..." She trails, nibbling on her bottom lip.

"You don't have to tell me, babe," he reminds her softly.

"No, no, I want to tell you," she decides. "Um, when I was thirteen, my dad died in a car accident. After that, I kind of went mute. I lost all of my friends, and people started calling me names, pushing me around, stuff like that. By the time we started talking, people had started beating me up. It was never too bad, but yeah, that's basically the summary of the past four and half years." She hadn't noticed she was crying until Michael reached up and wiped her cheeks gently. "I'm sorry if you think I'm some melodramatic freak, but it -"

"I don't think you're a melodramatic freak, Li, or any kind of freak for that matter," he assures her quietly, nudging his nose against hers.

"Sorry," she murmurs, leaning into the crook of his neck.

"Stop apologizing, silly," he laughs quietly.

"Did you just call me silly?" She asks with an amused smile, pulling away to look at him.

"Yes, because you are." He gently pokes her nose, grinning widely at her. Liane checks her phone for the time, groaning when she reads it's almost ten.

"I've got to get going," she sighs sadly, untangling their bodies.

"No, don't go," he whines while trying to tug her body back to his.

"I have class in the morning tomorrow." She frees her body from Michael's grasp and stands from the couch. "But, after lunch, I'm all yours," she promises.

"Fine," he grumbles with a small pout, "I'll take you back." He uses her hand to pull himself up before leading the way out of the flat. "Cal, we're leaving!" He calls, followed by Calum's door opening and loud footsteps from the hallway.

"Bye my best friend," he mocks sadness, nuzzling his face in Liane's neck.

"She'll be back tomorrow, she can't stay away from me," Michael teases making her roll her eyes while trying to shove Calum off of her.

"Piss off," she grumbles, sticking her tongue out at her boyfriend.

"I love you," Calum sings as the two of them leave the flat.

"Love you more, Callie," Liane teases.

"I told you to stop fucking call -" He's cut off by Liane shutting the door and following Michael to his car.

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