When we got back to Michael's apartment, I opened the door and my jaw instantly dropped.
"Micoo!" I screamed, seeing him coming down the hall.
"What the fuck?" He yelled, now seeing the apartment.
Must've been Lindsay...
The place was a mess, and had clearly been looked through. Nothing was missing, not the TV or anything. I walked inside and down the hall, going to our bedroom. The closet was wide open and clearly picked through, and every drawer on our dresser and side tables had been open and dug through as well.
"Oh my god, it's fucking Lindsay." Michael said from the bathroom.
"It has to be." I agreed.
She must've been looking for her "proof." Well, she didn't find anything. She couldn't have, because there was nothing to find. Everything's on my phone.
I began cleaning up and putting everything away, starting in the bedroom and moving to the kitchen. Michael picked up the bathroom and living room. When he was finished, he plopped onto the couch and crossed his arms, clearly in thought.
I finished cleaning and joined him on the couch.
"Micoo, doesn't Lindsay still have a key? To here, I mean?" I asked.
"Yeah, I guess." He sighed.
I hugged him, "It'll be okay. I'll make it better."
"Yeah," he said, "I know you will."
He kissed me hard, licking my bottom lip.
"Yeah I will." I moaned.
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Forever (Mavin)
Fanfiction*THIS IS THE FIRST STORY I WROTE AND IT STARTS OFF REALLLLLLYYYYY SHITTY BUT IT GETS BETTER I SWEAR* I (and probably a lot of other people) just see everyone at Achievement Hunter as Internet celebrities, and sometimes forget that they have their ow...
