sex addicts [michael clifford]

24: uncoordinated gazelle

"they need to respect you more, honestly," devon said easily, bringing her knees to her chest. "they've been treating you like shit and they deserved every single profanity you yelled at them."

"i'm surprised they were so mellow about it, actually. but by the time i go back there they'll be ready to chop my balls off for real this time."

devon sighed. "so what are you gonna do? camp out at my place until your parents readmit you into their home?"

michael shrugged, rolling his eyes. "or i could go back and you'll never be able to have sex with me because i'll be - "

"you can stay," she cut off quickly, earning a chuckle from michael. "but you need to shower, you smell like horse shit."

he flashed her a fake smile as she giggled quietly. he paused on his way to the bathroom, staring back at her again. "wait, i need clothes. there's no way i'm wearing the same pair of clothes three days in a row."

"you can always borrow some of mine."

"isn't it supposed to be the other way around and you're supposed to be the one wearing my huge ass boxers and oversized t-shirt?"

"are you being sexist?"

"are you being a feminist?"

devon frowned. "touché." she thought for a moment, biting her bottom lip in concentration. "you could sneak back into your place through the window or something. kind of like spiderman except dorkier and less coordinated."

michael thought her plan through, not really taking anything into account except for the fact that he'd finally be wearing a fresh pair of clothes. "i guess that's a good plan."

"it's a great plan, shut up."

the two of them traveled back to michael's apartment, where the sun was beginning to set. it cast an eerie shadow as michael climbed over the fence that led to the back of the apartment building. he saw the huge tree that just so happened to lead right up to where his room was located, which was an uncanny advantage to sneaking out late at night.

"if you fall from that tree i'm not picking up your limbs," devon warned, eyeing the tree doubtfully.

"i've climbed this tree plenty of times, i know what i'm doing," he snapped quietly, grabbing onto the lowest branch. he expertly scaled the tree, leaving devon at the base of it slowly gnawing her nails off.

michael leaped through the window silently, kind of like a ninja but with a little less finesse. he landed with a soft thud on the floor, freezing in his place and praying that no one had heard him. he quickly grabbed a change of clothes including a fresh pair of underwear (which was pretty hard to find in his assortment of random articles of clothing and food).

just then he heard footsteps approaching his room, and his eyes widened in panic. he practically threw himself out the window and grabbed hold of the tree, tossing the clothes to the ground in hopes that devon had caught it. "run!" he whispered as he hit the ground with a thud.

devon simply nodded and hopped the fence once again with michael right at her heels. "shit, that was close," he muttered as they found their way back to the busier streets. "i almost died up there."

"i saw the way you hopped through that window. you looked like a fucking uncoordinated gazelle," devon mused with a smirk. michael shot her a glare and she tried to hide her growing smile.

when the two returned back to her apartment, michael took one of the quickest showers of his life, trying to ignore the fact that he smelled like a girl thanks to devon's bath and body works body wash. he grumbled as he wrapped a towel around his head, almost like a headdress, and left the bathroom.

he found devon in her room, observing herself in the body length mirror. she was wearing a stunning short dress that showed just the right amount of ass and cleavage. michael's eyes widened and he wasn't aware of his dropped jaw until devon began staring at him strangely.

"don't swallow a fly," she chuckled, and michael found it ridiculous how she could be making a joke at such a... critical moment in his life.

"you... i... fuck," he mumbled, undiscretely trailing his eyes up and down her petite body. how was he supposed to be with her all night at a crowded party when that dress made him hungry to tear it off?

"is it that bad?" devon frowned, turning back around to look at the mirror.

michael shook his head quickly. "no, not at all. it's beautiful. you're beautiful. just... i... you're hot," he stated dumbly, as devon laughed.

"thanks, dickhead. now let's head to that party before i second guess this dress and you continue undressing me with your eyes."

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lmao devon is my spirit animal

but their relationship is literally goals!!!

anyway how's school going everyone how's the fam how's the kids

i just sneezed i thought you should know

okay adios