Stuck in the Friendzone || m.c. || 5SOS

Chapter 18: The Next Day

June 1st, 2014

12:46 PM

Michael's Apartment

Michael's POV

I woke up the next morning to Amelia... not beside me.

It was a dream.

The prom, the confession, the kisses... it was all a dream. It never actually happened. It was incredibly hard telling her the truth in a dream, now I have to tell her in real life too? Unless I don't tell her.

Dream Amelia seemed to accept it, but Real Amelia might not feel the same. This was going to suck.

I then rolled out of bed and made my way down the hall and into the kitchen. It's better to be depressed with food than be depressed with no food. I stepped into my kitchen that overlooked the living room and saw the tv on. Did I forget to turn it off last night?

I then went into the living room portion and saw none other than Amelia sitting on my couch watching tv. She saw me and looked up. "I woke up a few hours ago," she informed me. "I was going to scare you when you woke up but I got bored, so I came out and turned on the television. Hope you don't mind."

I shook my head. "No, I don't mind at all," I said with a sigh. It wasn't a dream. Thank GOODNESS. Everything that happened, happened and it wasn't in my head. I am so relieved, phew.

"Did you eat anything?" I questioned.

"No, I wasn't sure what I could take so I just waited," Amelia responded.

"Do you want something?" I asked.

She then sprang off the couch and came over to me. "Of course I do," she said stepping beside me.

I then smiled and opened my pantry to look through my breakfast foods. "Pick anything you'd like," I instructed.

"I'll take a pop-tart," she replied. "Cookies and cream, preferably."

I then pulled the pop-tart package out and she took one out and out the other back in a bag. Then she warmed up her one pop-tart in the microwave to warm it up. She pulled it out 10 seconds later and ate it at my counter. I made some toast for myself and put peanut butter on one half and Nutella on the other. Then I sat down next to her. We ate our breakfast/lunch in silence.

When Amelia was done, she turned to me. "It's sad," she randomly stated.

"What is?"

"That on Monday, after all of this, you won't be at school," she explained. "Unless you wanna come back," she said smiling.

I shook my head. "Not a chance," I told her as her smile dropped. "I've missed too much school to even have a chance to graduate. It'd be useless."

She made a sad face and then laid her head on my shoulder. "Will you at least pick me up from school?" she wondered. "You don't have to bring me to school, because I know how it's too early for you."

I smiled and nodded. "Of course," I said.

She then looked at me. "You should probably take me home," she said. "My parents are probably freaking out. I don't have my phone on me, so I can't just text her."

"I have her number," I told her.

"I know, but I feel like I should go home and shower. I feel gross," she replied. "As soon as I take a shower I'll call you and we can hang out after."

I agreed to her plan and she then went to go change back into her dress from last night. I then quickly threw on new clothes and went back to the living room. She came back soon after and handed me the clothes she was wearing. "Thank you for having me, Mr. Clifford," she said smiling widely.