A Twist of Fate

five.

sofie. 

I wake up startled, unsure where I was. I rub my eyes, finally realising I was at Michael's but I was on the bed, not the sofa. After a few words of mental encouragement, I force myself out of the bed, scooping my hair up into a scruffy bun that possibly looks like a turd. Fück those tumblr girls with perfect buns. I'm rocking this mess. I follow the smell of food downstairs, leading me into the small kitchen.

"Mornin!" He exclaimed, flipping his first pancake.

"Need any help?" I ask, padding over towards him whilst cringing from the cold tiles of the floor.

"Nah, I'm alright."  He smiles, flipping the second pancake.

"Pancakes for breakfast, just pancakes?" I ask him, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, do you like pancakes?" He asked, a panicked expression crossing over his face.

"Yeah, what else do you have?" I question, opening the fridge and scanning the shelves.

"Eggs!" I laugh, grabbing a few and asking where all his things were.

We were soon cooking, Michael making pancakes whilst I made scrambled eggs. 

"Do you mind if I-" I gesture my phone and the speakers plug to him.

"Yeah sure." He shrugged as I plugged my phone, playing it on shuffle.

"She had a face straight outta magazine..."

"You like The 1975?" Michael turns to me, eyes wide.

"Yeah! Don't you?" I ask him, please say yes, please say yes...... 

"Well.... they're o-kay." 

"Okay? B-but it's The 1975! Like have you heard them? Matt sounds like sëx holy Jesus!" I begin to fan my face, the heat of the pan overwhelming me.

"I'll give you one more time, we'll give you one more fight. Said one more line, be a riot, cause I know you!" I sing loudly, laughing while Michael rolled his eyes.

"Sing with me!" I squeal, bumping my hip with his.

"I'm cooking Sofie!" He tried to snap but failed, laughing at my amazing dance moves.

"What. The. Hell. Are you doing?" He tried to surpress his laughter but slips, laughing loudly as I wave my arms in the air as if they were spaghetti.

"Dance with me Mikeeyy!" I shout, grabbing his hands and forcing him to dance.

"But if you just take off your mask. You find out everything's gone wrong!" I sing loudly and out of tune, causing Michael to laugh.

"Right, let me finish with thie breakfast, Jesus don't set my house on fire."

I finally let him finish, crossing my arms and pouting at him whilst he did so. He laughs loudly, not bothering to hide his amusement. I help him set the table and we are soon sat down at the table.

"Do piercings hurt?" I blurt, staring at the accessory on his face.

"Not really, kind of." He shrugged.

"Does it make me look punk rock?" He smirked.

"No." I say with a poker face. He looks up at me with the funniest expression and I burst out laughing.

"Your face!" I splutter, causing him to frown.

"Mean." He frowned, causing me to laugh.

"Listen to Matt Healy, he feels your pain." I grin, causing his frown to drop further.