Lovesick - (Michael Clifford Fanfiction)

Chapter 9

Michael's P.O.V.

I don't know what to do.

What will she say?

I'm freaking out.

Will she hate me?

It's nine in the morning, and here I am, in Mackenzie's room, in her bed, with her. It wasn't me, though.

''Stay.'' She whispered sleepily, before gesturing me towards her. I slowly climbed into her bed beside her, afraid to touch her, incase she thought I was trying something. I most certainly was not; It was only seconds later, when I heard low snores escape her mouth. I hadn't even settled down into the bed yet, and she was already asleep. I thought about getting back up and sleeping on the floor, that way I wouldn't be leaving, but I'd save the awkwardness of waking up in the same bed as her tomorrow morning. I was worried about what she would say. Just as I was about to get off the bed, she turned around to face me, eyes still closed. She scooted closer to me, and unconsciously snuggled her head into my chest.

Luckily, Laura didn't come back to sleep here last night. I don't know what to do. her head is still burried into my chest, and I'm afraid to move incase I wake her. But at the same time, I want to leave before she actually wakes. I propped myself and her head slipped from my chest. I caught it and carefully placed it onto her pillow, before slowly making my way out of the bed. Success.

''Michael?''

Shit.

I turned around, and saw the sleepy eyed girl squint up at me. ''Where are you going?'' Wait, what?

''You remember last night?'' I asked, sheepishly.

''Yes.'' She replied, smiling. ''Come back, I don't feel like class today.''

''But we skipped yesterday..''

''I know, just one more day?'' She asked smiling. I couldn't refuse. I didn't really mind skipping classes with her. I enjoyed her company and she seemed to enjoy mine too. ''It's early,'' She whined, ''come back to bed.'' She completed. I'm not gonna lie, I wanted to. But I'm so awkward. I'd probably touch her boob by mistake, and creep her out for good.

''A-are you sure?'' I ask, hesitantly. She nods. I lower myself back into her bed. As I do, I knock a glass of water from her bedside table. ''Fuck.'' I mumbled under my breath. She just laughs. She leans in and repeats her actions from last night. My hands are hovering over her, but I haven't touched her yet. I'm so stupid.

''Michael, do something.'' She chuckles.

''O-okay.'' I flash a nervous smile before wrapping my arms around her sides. We've hugged before, but not in bed. I don't know what I was so nervous about, we're just friends.

Oh yeah, I forgot. But, friends don't do this shit, right? Friends don't lie in bed together with their bodies tangled.

As time went on, I felt more comfortable with her in my arms, and we end up laughing to eachother about random gifs we saw on tumblr. She was the one scrolling, and I carefully peered over her shoulder into the phone. She scrolled for a while without stopping, at lightning speed, til she came across a few quotes, one after another;

''Do you ever get that feeling when you know you shouldn't get so upset over something so little but you can't help it?''

''I tried so hard to be what you needed.''

''Remember that one time, you said you'd never leave, then left..''

I focused on her as she read through the quotes, sadness apparent in her eyes. I didn't ask questions, not yet. She scrolled down some more, and came to an even longer quote;