September m.c.

five

Waking up, for once, was a delight. I was warm and even though the sun was illuminating my room, making everything seem to glow pleasantly, I smiled as I snuggled closer into Michael. Soft snores escaped his parted lips, and his chest was rising with every breath he took. It was weird to me that I was seeing someone like this: peaceful features, calm breaths, a slight smile on his lips. In books they make seeing someone sleep seem like a sacred thing, and I suppose it was. I wondered how many people, how many of them were girls, have seen Michael in this state. I closed my eyes again and focused on his breathing, matching mine with his.

He jolted slightly as my phone began to ring. It wasn't my cell phone, it was my house phone, that was loudly ringing. He relaxed back into my arms and I sighed knowing that I would have to get up. It was 9:00 A.M. on a Sunday and that meant that Daisy was calling me to see if I was still going to her house this afternoon when she got home from work. Michael rolled onto his back, wiping the sleep from his eyes, and smiled lazily at me. I knew that he wished he could go back to sleep because I wanted the same thing. We had stayed up pretty late watching Supernatural.

I reached over him, trying to ignore the heat that spread over my face as my stomach touched his arm, and grabbed the still ringing phone.

"Daisy?" I asked, fearing that I had missed her call. Daisy was my mom's best friend and the wilder of the two. My mom was cool and collected while Daisy was the party girl. They brought the best out of each other even though they fought like sisters about everything.

"Hey, Sweetheart," she said loudly. She was a loud person in general, but talking on the phone with her was difficult. "You still up for helping me this afternoon?"

I looked at Michael. His eyes were closed, but he was awake. I laid on my back closed my eyes as well. "Of course," I said, "12:30, right?"

"Yes, ma'am," she confirmed. "I got to go. I'm running late for work. Bye, Sweetheart."

Michael's hand found it's way to my wrist and his thumb rhythmically rubbed circles into my skin. It was soothing and made me want to fall asleep. "Bye, Daisy," I said, trying to hold back a yawn.

I hung up, carelessly throwing the phone to the foot of the bed, and breathed in deeply.

"I," Michael began slowly, "am exhausted."

I breathed out a laugh and snuggled into his arm, a smile on my face. "Me too," I said in a muffled voice. "You're warm."

"Do I need to leave?" He sounded sad or maybe disappointed that he had to leave. I didn't want him to leave.

"Not just yet," I mumbled. "I don't have to leave until noon."

"Good, cause I don't have the energy to climb out the window right now," he laughed.

"Is that how you left last time?" I asked. Thinking about how he left the last time made me sad. It was great waking up with him.

"Yeah, your brother pulled in the driveway and I thought I should leave before I got you in trouble." He looked at me with sleepy eyes and smirked. Listening to him say those words made a certain feeling over come me. It was foreign and exciting.

"Leo is a little protective," I shrugged.

"Just a little," he replied laughing.

I looked at the clock seeing it was almost ten. "Wanna go out for breakfast?"

"Are you asking me...on a date?" He asked, faking a tone of timidness.

I rolled my eyes at him and sat up, throwing the covers off of me. "I'll change and then we'll go. Okay?"