Beside You *Muke*

Chapter 33

So I went back and checked how many Muke kisses I've had through all the chapters. 26. I've had them kiss 26 times. And that's not even counting neck, cheek or nose kisses. I found that oddly amusing and wanted to inform you all. 

Water squished between my toes, forcing a grimace upon my lips. I had Jack's arm hooked through mine and his thunderous giggles floating through the air, causing my face to grow sour. "Luuukkkeeeeyyyy," Jack sing songs.

"Yes?" I sigh.

"How come you're not driving us home?"

"Because I knew that'd be a mistake," I pinch the bridge of my nose with irritation while trying to grasp as much patience as possible yet with the way Jack was acting, my weening patience was close to none.

Jack had managed to drag me to a friend's party and at first I hadn't minded because I had managed to get Michael to tag along. The first half of the night was fun; filled with Michael and I making out in a stranger's bedroom with pop songs neither of us recognized blaring from the speakers down below us. It was a thrill doing something so outside of my comfort zone and I couldn't deny liking it.

It was the second half of the party that the night started spinning out of control. I had found Jack piss drunk, grinding on random girls and singing the wrong lyrics to the songs playing. The thought makes me wince and I tug Jack along, quickly becoming tangled in thought.

The pads of his thumbs felt of rose petals, ghosting over my flushed cheeks. I take in his rosy, swollen lips and the nips and love bites I had left before snorting at the bulge in his jeans. "You want me to fix that for you?" I murmur quietly.

"Yeah," He replies in the same hushed tone.

We head over to this stranger's bed and right as Michael is unbuckling his belt, I shake my head. "Not here. It feels... wrong, doing it someplace I don't recognize." Michael nods with understanding and pecks my cheek. "I'm getting tired of this party," I admit.

"Me too,"

Michael and I hadn't consumed a drop of alcohol, not trusting it and wanting to get away from these sweaty strangers as quickly as possible. A part of me knew Jack would be drunk from the way he had beelined straight for the beer and liquor yet I didn't quite know I'd have to be the one dragging him home. "Let's just find Jack and go," I suggest and Michael and I head out of the bedroom to find him. I groan once I find him grinding on some slutty girl in too short of a dress and hesitantly walking over to him. "Jack, we gotta head home,"

"Whyyy?" He asks, sounding disappointed.

"Because it's late and you're drunk." I retort, grabbing onto his hand. He starts babbling about how he wanted to finish his drink first and I sigh heavily as he brings his solo cup to the sky and misses half his mouth. "There. Done. Now let's go home,"

The three of us exit the house and just as Michael and I were about to part ways, he asks, "You want me to walk you two home?"

I shake my head, pecking his lips quickly, noting that they were still slightly swollen and say, "Naw, I got it. I'll head to yours once I've got Jack back at the house,"

"Alright, sweetheart," Michael murmurs, kissing the tip of my nose.

"I'll see you in a bit," I promise and my purple haired boy walks one way and Jack and I in the other.

"Michael seems nice. I like his hair. It's purple. Why's it purple, Lukey?" Jack asks with drunken interest.

"Because I told him I liked it that way," I say with a small smile. Raindrops, much like tears, fall from the sky and soak Jack and me from head to toe. I hoped Michael was home by now so he wouldn't be stuck in this like Jack and I were.

"So Luke..." Jack giggles. "How big's his Cliffaconda?"

"Finally, we're home," I sigh thankfully, tugging Jack up the stairs. "Now just... go to bed and try not to get sick on the way there," I mutter, turning on my heel and standing on the porch. I call Michael as fast as my fingers would allow and as soon as he picks up, I say, "So as you may have noticed, it's currently pouring outside. As of now, I'm soaking wet and standing on my porch and I'm sort of craving your stupid sweaters and droopy sweats," 

Michael chuckles and says, "I'll be right over. Don't you worry your pretty little head. Now get back inside before you get sick again," 

I can't help but snort at his words. "Since when are you worried about my health?" 

Michael mimicks my snort and I could nearly hear the grin cracking across his face. "Since always," He replies. 

***

"There he is. With his infamous sweaterpaws. Adorable," Michael coos once I step out of his bedroom and into the living room. I could feel a blood blush coating my cheeks and that only causes his smug look to worsen. "C'mere, sugar. I never got my proper dose of cuddles," 

"Got plenty of hickeys," I mutter into his bruised neck with a small laugh.

"That I do," He agrees. "I could say the same to you," Michael counters, running a hand through my still slightly damp hair. 

"Jack asked how big your dick was. He called it your Cliffaconda," 

Michael bursts out laughing and I can't help but smile at the deep rumbles of his chest. God, he's so perfect. "Cliffaconda? That's great," He says between fits of laughter and I nod. 

"I wasn't amused because, quite frankly I was embarrassed. I wasn't about to talk about something so intimate with someone I hadn't even known for two weeks," I sigh. "This whole thing with Liz is just too confusing. I have half a mind just to never go back," 

A smile smile plays on Michael's lips as soon as I look up at him. "So don't," He replies before pressing his lips to mine. 

Bam. So mark that as 27 kisses. I feel like 27 is too many. Thoughts? Also tell me in the comments if you liked the chapter bc I don't think I really liked it although I found drunk Jack amusing. 

-Shianne xx