Beginnings • c.h

Chapter Twenty Two

Chapter Twenty Two

"I was just wondering whether you wanted to, you know, be my girlfriend."

Megan POV

I couldn't move. Not one muscle in my body even twitched. Not after what Mikey had just asked me. Seconds passed, but time seemed to be slowed so dramatically, it could have been hours.

Mikey stood in front of me, clearly getting more and more nervous as he shuffled around, moving his feet, playing with his fingers. Any movement that could have been defined as a nervous twitch, he was doing.

"You know what? Don't worry about it, it was a stupid idea. I mean, we haven't even gone on a date. Like, you may not even like me like that. Fuck, I'm so dumb, I-" He rambles on, until I finally open my mouth and interrupt him.

"Yes." I say, a small smile making its way onto my face.

"just because we were kissing- wait, what?" He says, clearly dumbfounded by my answer. I chuckle at his reaction. And even though my heart is racing, I answer steadily,

"You asked me to be your girlfriend, so I answered."

Mikey smiles, but quickly does a double take. Frowning he asks,

"Wait, you answered yes right?"

I smile wider, "Of course I said yes, you idiot."

Mikey just grins the widest I think I had ever seen, and he says,

"Yeah, but now I'm your idiot."

I let out a loud laugh, and wrap my arms around his neck. Before pulling him in for a kiss I reply,

"That was so cheesy, you're lucky I'm not lactose intolerant."

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I pull away from Michael suddenly. He tries to keep our lips in contact, but I push him back down into the lounge. A pout makes its way onto his swollen lips at the lack of contact.

"Michael, where are your parents? Aren't they coming home tonight?" I ask confusedly. He frowns as well, and untangled himself from me.

Grabbing his phone from the coffee table in front of the sofa, he checks it for messages. He reads his phone for a couple seconds and then tells me.

"They said that they wouldn't be home for a few more hours at least. Said they got caught up with some old friends of theirs that they hadn't seen in like, a decade."

After finishing, he lays back and pulls me back onto his chest.

"Now, where were we?" He says, attempting to kiss me again. I pull away against better judgement, and shake my head.

"Nope. No kisses for you." I tease lightly. Mikey lets out a groan and sits back. We lie there for a few seconds, with me still giggling. Distracted by my own laughter, I don't notice until it is too late that Mikey has gone still.

Before I knew it, Mikey was on top of me, tackling me into the arm of the couch, and tickling me. I let out a squeal and attempt to get him off of me. He yells something that I don't catch. He leans down and ceases tickling me long enough to hear him playfully say,

"Call mercy and I'll stop!"

I am short of breath, but manage to screech out a 'no' that would have been loud enough for anyone within a five mile radius to hear.

"Alright, you asked for it!" Michael threatens, continuing the tickling torture. I scream again and squirm underneath him, but still wouldn't call mercy. It only took a few more seconds for me to finally call mercy, panting while doing so.