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Lovesick. (Michael Clifford fluff)

"Get up!" Michael cheered, grabbing my ankles and pulling me out of bed. I grabbed bars on my headboard, letting out a stubborn grunt. He stopped pulling and whined, "Stop being difficult, I have a great day planned!"

Michael was great at planning fun things to do and I knew it, but I was sick. The kind of sick where I had to breathe out of my mouth or else my nose made a gross sound, and where I had those stupid coughs that sounded like I swallowed a jar of marshmallow fluff. "I don't want to," I pouted.

"Baaaabe," He sang, crawling into bed and laying beside me. "You don't even have to get dressed."

"I don't?" I asked, opening my eyes for the first time that morning. Michael was looking at me with bedhead, still in his pjs. "Aren't we going out?"

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean you have to get dressed."

Next thing I knew, I was getting into the car in my Hello Kitty pj pants, an oversized black sweater, and my bunny slippers. I had Michael's grey beanie on to hide my dirty hair and a full pack of Icebreakers to mask the sick-breath. Michael was in a Metallica t-shirt, his Spiderman pajama pants, and his old beat up Converse. He hadn't touched his mess of green hair.

First, we went to the waffle house and had breakfast as our (very late) lunch. I indulged in blueberry waffles and a fruit salad. He got a huge stack of chocolate chip pancakes and a banana muffin. We didn't talk much, neither of us were full of pep in the morning. Especially when I was sick, because if I wasn't happy, nobody usually was.

"What next?" I smiled as we got back in the car. I was full and more awake, in much better spirits to go off and do something.

"To the movies to see the new Avengers movie," He smiled, knowing I'd been talking about it since I saw the first preview a year before. "And I brought extra money for candy." He knew me so well.

After getting strange looks from the girl at the snack bar and paying more money on a large soda, popcorn, and Twizzlers than movie tickets, we headed to the theater and got seats in the middle seats in the middle row. We were the first ones in the theater, as always.

"Not too close, not too far." We said in unison. I said it every time we got the perfect spots, and Michael had been mimicking me for it since our first date. I nudged him, "Shut up."

The movie was great, and Michael laughed at me as I cheered/cried/made snide comments about the characters. When he'd get mad, he would throw popcorn at the screen and I would scold him, not wanting to get kicked out. We were already banned from the movie theater in the mall. "Okay, mom," He would laugh.

After the movie, it was already after five. It was already dark, and it was freezing. He pulled me under his arm as we walked to the car, "Aren't you glad you got out of bed?"

"Nah," I joked.

When we got home, Michael didn't turn the car off. "Meet me in the back yard in ten minutes." He didn't give me time to ask why, he just got out of the car and ran to the door. I watched him fumble with the keys before getting inside.

After listening to four songs on You Me At Six's new album, I turned the car off and headed out to the back. The back porch light was off, so my eyes had to adjust to the dark before I could see what was going on.

Michael was laying in a blow up kiddy pool full of pillows and blankets, waiting for me. I climbed in next to him and he handed me a mug of hot chocolate with six little marshmallows, just the way I liked it. I snuggled up next to him, "I love you."