Troubles POV
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"So, how was your kiss with Mikey?" Cal put his arm around me.
"Pretty amazing," I grinned, my cheeks flushing.
"See. I knew that would happen. You two are good for each other. Michael can be pretty cooped away and seems pretty lonely. But you could make him happy. And I know you will. So as your boyfriends best-"
"Boyfriend? We kissed. Not hitched. Look, there wasn't anything said about a relationship. Look Cal, I really like him but Im just not ready,"
"Damn. But what if he asks you out? You said yourself, the kiss meant something. You can't just reject him,"
"I'd say yes obviously. But urgghhhh Cal please!" I whined, my hands dragging my face into a downward stretch.
"Ok! Ok! But if you ever need me, I'm here. And your my little sister,"
"Shit!"
"Huh?"
"Sorry guys. I need to speak to Joe. We fell out for the first time ever. He's my rock and I need to say sorry,"
I sprinted out of the door, Michael shouting for me. I ignored him and kept running until I got to my door. Michael jogged up behind me, panting.
"You run so fast!" he spluttered.
"Michael please he'll say something offensive and he'll end everything. He will anyway. I don't want you to be angry at me,"
He pulled me towards him and kissed me. My arms wrapped around his neck and his thumbs circled my hips. He broke away and I buried my face into his neck.
"You'll be fine T. I know you will,"
Opening the door, I was greeted by Joe.
"T-"
"No Joe. Im sorry. I love you to pieces. You are my brother. Im so sorry!" I cried, pulling him into the worlds biggest hug.
"No, T. Its your life. I shouldn't hold you back. I love you my little sis,"
"Ok so am I allowed a boyfriend?"
Joe pulled me away. "Go on then. Why? Who is it?"
"Well he isn't my boyfriend yet but he will be, I have a major crush on him. Mikey? You can come in now!" I yelled. Michael opened the door and awkwardly wandered in.
"Hi Joe, I hear you like video games,"
"Hey Michael. Um yeah. You wanna play?"
"Sure," Michael grinned challengingly at Joe who looked just as bad as him.
After an hour of them playing, they were really good mates.
As Michael went to the door, I slowly followed him.
"See you later Joe!" we said, "jinx!" Michael whispered.
"In a bit guys," Joe grinned, giving me a hug.
"See! I said it wasn't gonna go bad," Michael protested, putting his arm around me.
"Yeah, but Joe's just, yeah," I sighed, leaning into him.
"So, erm, want to grab a Starbucks? On me?"
"Aw, Mikey, you don't have to,"
"Yes I do. Im paying," he gave me his sexy grin and we went.
As we entered Starbucks, a blonde waitress began to stair at Michael. I don't know why, but a knot begins to tie when she approaches us.
"Hello! Is this your little sister?" she smiled at Michael, gesturing to me. Eh?
"No. Shes my best friend," he said puzzled, his eyebrows in a frown.
"Oh. Sorry," she gave a smile but you could see the disappointment in her eyes.
"Best friend?" I asked him.
"No, girlfriend," he grinned.
"Since when?"
"T, will you be my girlfriend,"
"Ahahaha yes,"
"Since now,"
I have him a grin as my cheeks flashed red. I had a boyfriend. Called Michael Clifford, with bright blue hair.
After our coffee and cake, we walked back to his apartment. No one was in. Michael took me to his room and shut the door. This was rather familiar. His lips fell against mine. For about a minute but then he broke off.
"Michael, lets play Mario," I suggested.
I beat him twice and he beat me twice. We ended up lying on each other, legs intertwined, my back against his chest. His arms were tight around me.
"Michael you in there?" We heard Ash yell opening the door.
"Yep," he was too focused on his game to realise what was going on.
"Erm Michael? Michael? T? Oh, I see," he grinned, his dimpled showing.
Michael finally snapped out of his trance and realised what was happening.
"ASHTON FLETCHER IRWIN GET OUT!" He yelled, shoving me off him. I landed on the floor, really hurting my back.
"Im just gonna go to mine. Erm bye," I said, trying to stand up. But my back was murdering me.
Eventually I found my feet and hobbled back to my apartment.
"T? Jesus what happened?" Joe pulled me into a hug.
"Michael. He asked me out and then we went back to his and then Ash saw us on his bed playing Mario and Michael pushed me off and I think I broke my back," I whimpered, burying my face in his shoulder.
"Oh T, my poor little sister. Come on, lets get you some ice-cream and pizza with three bags of crisps. Or chips as they call it here. I love my potato chips!" he mimicked an American accent, making me giggle.
"Your my idiot Joey. Don't ever become normal," I whispered, plopping my butt down on the couch. A sharp pain flew up my back, causing me to yelp. Joe wrapped me in my Avatar blanket and lifted me on his knee.
"I love you Joey," I mumbled against his chest.
"I love you too T," he whispered planting a kiss on my head. I must have been shattered, because I fell asleep.
"T? T wake up!" I heard Michael's voice.
"Go away," I muttered, swatting the air with my hand.
"T? Whats wrong?"
"Go away," I repeated, my voice a little stronger.
"Im sorry for pushing you,"
"Yeah, and Im pretty sure
my back is broken,"
"Oh my god, I am so sorry, T, please,"
"Its ok. I get it. You were annoyed with Ash,"
"Here, this song explains," he said, playing a song on his phone.
"Chloe, I know your sister turns everyone one," Michael sang along.
"Wait, go back. Chloe. CHLOE! THATS MY REAL NAME I REMEMBER IT YOU BALLSACK I LOVE YOU!" I screamed, hugging him.
"Woah, Chloe, it suits you. So, Chloe, wanna play Pokémon?"
"I'd love to,"
