Runaway: a Michael Clifford fan-fiction

Chapter 6

AUTHORS NOTE: Sorry It took so long for me to update. I'm so busy lately. But, I hope you enjoy what happens in this chapter. This will probably be my favorite chapter I will ever write.

        I slowly moved out of the room, trying to remain calm. But, as soon as the door shut and he couldn't see me, I booked it. I ran as fast as my legs could take me. I had to see him. Now. I can't wait for him to wake up. Waiting isn't even an option. 

        I don't knock on Michael's door, I just let myself in. The room is silent except for the beeping of the heart monitor. I look at Michael and he's asleep, as they said he would be. I carefully walk towards the hospital bed, kneeling as I come upon the side of it. I lay my head upon Michael's muscular chest, and I can hear the steady beat of his heart. I smile knowing that as much as I hate to admit it, I think I sorta like this guy. I slip my hand underneath his, interlacing out fingers. Soon, the sound of his heart puts me to rest. 

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        My eyes flutter open and I can feel a hand tracing down my arm, drawing patterns. I turn my head to face Michael, he's already looking at me. When he notices I'm awake he blushes faintly. "I thought you were asleep," he says. I sit up so that I'm not laying all over him. "Why'd you move?" he asks. I don't want to answer because I don't feel like talking when I first awake. But, I make an exception and awkwardly reply with, "I didn't think you'd want me la-" I was interrupted mid-sentence as Michael pulled me on top of him. Our faces were inches apart and I leaned forward to close the distance. Our lips are almost touching when the door opens. I jerk my head toward the figure standing in the doorway. 

        It was just a nurse. "I'm just here to check up on Mr. Clifford. I'm going to have to ask you to please get off of the patient. We still haven't done x-rays to see if anything is broken." I blush and awkwardly climb off of Mikey. I sit in the chair beside his bed and fold my hands together. That's when I realized what just happened. Michael and I almost kissed. 

        I wonder what he's thinking about as I watch the nurse prick him and poke him, writing items down on her clipboard every so often. 

        Once she's done inspecting him she gives us no details about how he's doing, she just turns on her heels and struts out of the door. As the door swings shut I turn to Michael. "Sorry I got you in trouble," he says. I just nod, keeping the room quiet. After a few silent moments I decide to just ask him. "What are you thinking about?" 

        "Well, I'm thinking about several things. For one, I don't know why I'm here. I can't remember anything. The last thing I remember is getting out of the bed and striping off my clothes. And I'm also wondering how I got here fully dressed..." He looks at me questionably before continuing, "And I'm also thinking about the fact that you look like you haven't slept in days, yet you're still so beautiful. And, to be honest? I just want to kiss you." 

        I was shocked that he actually told me what he was thinking. I reached over and cupped his face in my hand, staring at him for a moment. I brush his hair out of his face and lean fowards, my lips meeting his. His tongue met my lips, asking for permission to enter. I gave in and our tongues moved in sync. Yet, it wasn't fierce like all the other kisses I've shared. This was something more. It was slow, it was passionate. And It actually meant something. 

        But, what could that "something" be? 

        I feel him smile as I pull away. "I can't believe I just did that," I breath. He kisses my forehead before saying, "And, I can't believe we've never did that before." And when he said that I felt something deep within me. It was a feeling I've never felt before. It was strange, yet pleasant. 

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A WEEK LATER...

MICHAEL'S POV:

        I sit across from Karena as she's trying to put on her best poker-face. "Do you have a three?" I ask as I itch my leg above the red cast on my left leg. "Go fish," she states. I draw a card from the deck, it being a nine. This was the third game I was going to lose today. "I give up," I tell her. "No," she says, "You can't just give up! This is why you never win anything." She was right, I always gave up on these stupid games when I didn't get my way. So, I continued to play. 

        Her deck grew bigger and bigger as mine continued to grow smaller. I kept getting matches and I could tell she was getting upset. There was no way she was beating me this game. "You know what," she says smiling. "Why don't we just call it game? There should be no winners or losers. Let's just stop. I don't want to have to beat you again." Then before I can answer, she grabs my cards and scatters the pile. She just ruined the game. This was going to be my first time actually winning against her at her favorite card game: Go Fish. She is such a sore loser. Maybe she just wants to crush my dreams. "Hey, that's not-" I begin to scold her when she pushes me back, pressing her lips to mine. It is so unfair how she thinks she can just kiss me and make everything all better. I mean... it is cute how she kisses me to shut me up. I just wish that she would've let me win for once. 

        Finally, I give into her kiss and tangle my hands into her hair.  I think that I might love her. Even if she can be a pain in the ass, I still think she might be the one.