seven eleven ∞ m.c.

seven

it was around two in the morning when they decided it was time to go home. lauren wanted to tell him, but she couldn't. she didn't just want to go to michael and say, "i'm homeless, can i stay with you?"

"michael, can i stay with you tonight?" she asks softly, him turning to her. he nods, a smile slowly finding its way to his lips. "are you sure?"

"yeah, it'll be fun!'

lauren's meaning of fun wasn't the same as michael's. she was thinking of drugs, alcohol, blasting rock music. when they got to his house, it was full of pajamas, pizza, fizzy pop, and last but not least, teenage mutant ninja turtles.

so now, lauren laid on a bunch of blankets on the floor in michael's red boxers, a white shirt that obviously didn't fit her, and her hair tied up. michael was in his black boxers, an orange shirt to represent michelangelo. "you and raph are meant for each other, you guys and your pissy attitudes."

she glares at him while he is giggling and biting into his pizza. she rolls over on her back to put the blanket over her body, michael doing the same. "ready to sleep?" he asks, looking at his phone, flashing 4:35 am.

"yeah." she yawns, cuddling in the blankets, and laying her head down on the pillows. her breath hitches when michael's fingers graze against her leg.

"sorry, i'm grabbing the remote." he grumbles, finally grabbing it, and shutting the tv off. the touch of michael she was wanting now, so she moved closer to him, and he just smiled cheekily, thankful she couldn't see him.

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it was the next morning, michael woke up to the smell of fresh food, instead of greasy pizza. "raph?" michael calls out, watching lauren storm in and glare at him. "what are you making?"

"waffles, eggs, and bacon."

as soon as michael stood up, someone knocked on the door. lauren stood beside him as he opened it, to show someone michael was not looking forward to. his half brother, nick. "what the hell do you want?! i just told ty-"

"i'm not here to harass you!" nick stopped him. "they are."

karen, daryl, and tyla stood in the doorway, michael shutting the door as fast as he could. lauren stops him from walking away. "michael, you can't walk away."

"i can and i will."

"alright, you can, but you're not supposed to. they need you and you need them."

"i only need you, lauren, i don't need them." he whispers, before hugging her. she hugs him back, her fingers running through his hair. smiling, she pulls away a little, looking in his eyes, automatically regretting it.

"you look like a lost kitten." she says out loud, michael furrowing his eyebrows. "a mean kitten." she corrects, giggling.

"whatever." he walks away laughing, forgetting about the family standing outside of the door. lauren didn't because she heard the voices, but pretended she forgot and just enjoyed breakfast with michael.

a/n

basically mikey and lauren on the top