Accidents Happen

Chapter One-Pretty Dang Amazing

(this story was originally made and written by thinmint_writer . I am taking it over, and publishing it from now on)

The life plan, (because she's an overachiever),  Michelle meticulously composed as a naive freshman had been compromised within the first month of her junior year.

And it all started on a quiet night in the middle of summer (stupid summer).

"Are you still watching 'Brooklyn Nine-Nine'?" The judgmental text of Netflix stares back at them as they finish the twenty-first episode of the second season of the sitcom.

"So... " Peter dragged. "What do you wanna do now?"

Michelle doesn't hear his question, because she can't help but notice that their legs are touching and for some reason, that's making it very hard for her to concentrate. Granted, they're both wearing clothes, so there's no actual contact.

But still.

The girl hastily grabs her phone off of her nightstand and checks the time. 3:51 AM.

Michelle wasn't quite sure what had come over her that night.

She'd say it was because they were bored, that there was nothing to do, but that was about as far from the truth as one could get. They had board games and video games, cell phones and televisions, even the ingredients to bake a cake if they so desired.

It could have been the sleep deprivation caused by staying up far later than intended for that Brooklyn Nine-Nine marathon they had been planning to do. Michelle doesn't even like work sitcoms that much, (she has not hidden this fact from her friends, she just goes along with what they want to watch).

It could have been the fact that they were actually alone for once, with Ned at home with a stomach virus It could have been that stupid mop of stupid brown curls on top of the stupid cute face with the stupid brown eyes of one of her best friends. Or, more accurately, one of her only friends.

Michelle has two, Peter and Ned, and then the other dweebs on the decathlon team that are arguably her friends. Well, they're more like people she hangs out with in order to win a competition, but they're nice enough. So semi-friends. Other than Flash.

She honestly couldn't tell you exactly how she and Peter ended up on the same side of her queen size bed. They just... moved closer, little by little. It was weird, Michelle couldn't lie to herself, but she also couldn't lie to herself about her feelings for Peter.

Michelle may have been harboring a small (medium) crush on her lame best friend. He had spent the entirety of high school throwing her dopey smiles and genuine laughs at her random, and, arguably unnecessary, commentary. Even before they were friends. As if he were trying to drive her mad.

All these feelings that she would never admit to anyone else, ever, was a nuclear combination.

Not that Michelle doesn't trust herself. She's a rational and trustworthy human teenager. If she wasn't, why would her dad let her have Peter sleep over when her parents and sister were all out of town for the weekend. Michelle was a trustworthy not dumb person. Everyone knew that.

Again, any number of factors could have contributed to the decisions she made that night of July 15.

She worried for a moment that Peter will, (hopefully), move to the couch because he's exhausted, and as he would say, wants to "hit the hay". This wouldn't have been an issue if they weren't alone.

Of course, they've had sleepovers before, but Ned has always been there for those, he was kind of clingy, or Michelle was just dangerously not-clingy. Michelle can still trust herself...right? Her dad trusts her. Her mom trusts her. Her soon-to-be-in-eight-grade sister is skeptical, but nobody cares what she thinks. That's a lie. Michelle loves her little sister. She loves her family. And they love and trust her. She's never given them any reason not to. Michelle keeps telling herself this throughout the night.