when you hear the door open, southy ran to the door to greet michael as always. his foot steps echoed till he finally saw you, plopping his body on the couch and resting his head in your lap, fluttering his green eyes closed.
"whats wrong angel? tired?" you asked, running your fingers through his hair, knowing how it always soothed him.
"im just frustrated." he said softly, looking very upset as he ran his fingers down his face. "i feel like i keep having shitty ideas."
you frowned, leaning to press a kiss to his temple. "you dont baby, i know you dont because of all thw beautiful songs you've written by yourself and sang to me." you smiled, the boy slightly blushed at this looking away. "maybe you just need to clear your mind for a bit, get inspired."
michael shrugged, playing with the hole you had in your jeans. you called southy over, who quickly ran to you. "i think someone needs kisses." you giggled, picking up the dog and setting him on michaels chest. southy got very happy, beginning to lick michaels face. he smiled at this, squeezing his eyes shut and soft chuckles leaving his lips. southy did this for a few minuets before laying on his chest as michael pet and scratched him on his stomach.
"feel better bub?" you asked.
"i guess." he answered, green eyes looking up at you.
"do you wanna do anything? bake cookies? take a nap? have a bath? get drunk?" you suggested, running your fingers across his porcelain skin.
"i wanna go out. like to the beach or something" michael said, kissing southys fur before sitting up.
"okay," you said getting up and grabbing your phone. "lets go."
pt 2
with the windows rolled down bit and soft music playing in the background, you drove yourself, michael and southy to your favorite beach. michael was humming to the music quietly as he held southy in his lap. you noticed michael seemed better than earlier already which made you happy because you hated seeing michael sad or stressed.
it was eight and the sun had finally left the sky when you parked. the beach was pratically empty with no one to be seen. once got out of the car, you took michaels hand in yours as he kept south on his leash in the other. the green eyed boy let out a soft sigh, looking at peaceful ocean. once you found a spot to sit, the two of you sat down, leaning against one another and staring at the crashing waves.
"doing music is hard sometimes," michael said quietly, dragging his finger in the sand as he thought. "it can be so demanding and stressful and sometimes i just wanna hide under a rock for 50 years."
"i know, baby boy, im sorry." you mumbled, kissing his cheek. michael just shrugged, his eyes watching as the waves would run up and down the shore. while his eyes watched, his mind continued to think about everything.
as your boyfriend sat there, you threw a small stick that was laying on the ground for southy to get. you kept doing this for a while till michael whipped out his phone, opening notes and typing things. you furrowed your eyesbrows at this, wondering if michael got inspired.
"fuck, fuck, i need a guitar." he groaned getting up. "i think there..." michael began to mumble before getting up and running to the car. a small smile crept on your face once you saw he found a guitar in the back. he came running back, plucking random chords and murmuring whatever words he had written out on his phone.
your felt your heart swell as michael looked so concentrated. music was everything to michael. it was what kept him sane and helped him fight his inner demons. it allowed him to express the feelings that got trapped in his chest or the thoughts that tapped in his mind. while you can only help michael physically when he was sad, music helped him mentally and was always the medicine he needed. it was his drug.
you continued to watch michael as he would type a bit, play the guitar and repeat. every now and then the pale boy would look at you smiling before going back to his ideas. you didnt mind this, in fact, you encouraged michael to write whatever he was
coming up with.
time quickly slipped from the two of you. until you knew it, it was midnight and you were starting to fall asleep. michael finished his song and seemed to be very proud of it. once he saw you laying down, eyes wanting to flutter shut, he hovered over you, pressing a kiss to your nose.
"ready to go home, kitten?" he asked softly. you nodded, sitting up and yawning. with southy in your arms, you walked back to the car in silence. michael let you sit on the passengers side this time because he knew how sleepy you were. once you were buckled in, you pressed your face against the window, falling asleep in minuets with the small soft haired dog in your lap falling asleep too.
when michael pulled up to your shared home, he couldnt help but just sit there and see you peacefully sleep for a minuet or two. he felt so grateful for having a girl like you. you were so patient, caring and loving and would do anything for michael and he knew it. all you cared about was michael's eternal happiness and beyond, always putting yourself second and him first. he wished he was as selfless as you because you deserved the same treatment you gave him.
"i love you so much, y/n, words can describe how thankful i am for you." he whispered, kissing your forehead before taking you up into the house to bed.
