I love waking up to him. Looking into those big green eyes, gently stroking his soft cheeks. Sometimes Michael wakes up before me. I usually find the green haired boy making me breakfast. I just don't know how we ended up here. He's so perfect, I don't know how I got so lucky to have him.
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"Cal. Calum. Cally. Cal Pal. Cals." Michael said, sleepily while poking my cheeks gently.
"Yeah, Mikey?"
"Hi" Is all he said, a huge cheeky grin plastered on his face.
"Is that all Mikey?"
"Oh yeah, I love you!" He said softly. He kissed my nose gently, then snuggling his head in the crook of y neck. I love the boy to death, but not his morning breath that I soon realized after he kissed my nose. I look down at him, smiling slightly before saying,
"I love you too, stank breath boy."
The green headed boy then looked up at me, giving me a the cutest pouty face he could. And god, it worked.
"Aw, i'm sorry Mikey. I love you."
I then went to give him a peck on the lips, but he quickly inched away, leaving me giving him a pouty face now. I slowly put my hand gently on his cheek, stroking it, giving him a look of sorrow.
"No, don't kiss me. My 'stank boy breath' may be contagious. You wouldn't want the horrible smell."
"Shut up you dork," I lazily said, earning a small, cute smile from the smaller boy.
"Even if its means i'd get stink breath from kissing you I would do it."
I leaned in, giving a small meaningful kiss on his soft lips, beginning to stroke his cheek. As soon as I pulled away, I placed my head in the crook of his neck, his hair in my fingers. Putting my hands around his waist and our limbs tangled together trying to get closer, if that was even possible.
And this is how the whole day went. Cuddling, saying 'I love yous' to each other occasionally. His morning breath may be terrible, but nothing can stop me from loving my stank breath boy.
