Couldn't keep away... ( INANIMATE INSANITY // LIGHTBRUSH Fanfiction )

Can we find out...?

this chapter takes place at OJ's party, so it's a flashback/backstory type part. enjoy!

Mic rushed out of Pickle's room and sat back down on the couch. She slumped with her face in her hand and sighed.

"I think I just got played by Knife." She chuckled softly, rolled her eyes and got up to grab another drink. As she sat back down she noticed Match walking toward her.

"Hey Mic. Haven't seen you in a while." Match said politely, trying to start a conversation.

"Yeah, well.. you know me." Mic giggled, "Always here and there." She paused and took another gulp of her drink.

Mic noticed that Match was just standing there so she broke the silence. "Why're you standing? Come and sit." Microphone exclaimed while patting the cushion beside her.

"Oh, ha, right. Thanks." Match said, reassuringly.

"How's battle for dream island?" Mic asked Match, teasingly and they both started chuckling; drinks still in hand.

"Oh please." Match said grinning.

"WHO WANTS TO PLAY BEER PONG" Nickel yells from the backyard door. Intrigued, Match looks back and grins.

"Mic, let's go play," she says while getting up and tugging at Microphones sleeve.

"Aaagh. Do we have to?" Mic said with tiredness in her voice.

"It'll be fun. Come on, please?" Match said with puppy dog eyes,

Microphone grinned slightly and got up, "ok fine."

Match smiled widely and held Mic's hand, running to the backyard with her.

A little while later: Match & Microphone were getting caught in deep conversations, with slurred speech because they were both pretty drunk.

"Soooo, what're your plaaans for the future?" Microphone asked while dangling from the bed of the room that she and Match were in.

"Future?... I don't even *hiccup* know what I'm doing right now." Match replied. They both started giggling.

"What about youuu~?" Match said, in an off tone.

"I dunno. I guess I just wanna spend it with someone i love... still looking by the way." Mic said, shifting while playfully touching her cheeks upside down, "I hate boys! But why do theyy have to be so cute!" She continued as she cleared her throat.

"You're *hiccup* telling me." Match sighed.

A long pause formed until they both started laughing hysterically.

"What are you laughing at?" Match asked while holding her stomach.

"I'm laughing because *hiccup* you're laughing!" Mic replies as their laughs die down a bit.

"H-hey, can you help me up?" Mic says as she touches the ground with the tip of her fingers.

"Yeahh sure." Match moves up to where Microphone is hanging upside down from the bed. She looks at Mic and starts chuckling. "You're so weird,"

"Me?? You're the one laughing at me being upside down," Mic says.

"Well because you're *hiccup* UPSIDE DOWN," Match replies and rubs her eyes.

"Are you *hiccup* gonna help me up or what?" Mic exclaimed, yet softly.

"Oh right," Match snickered and leaned over to grab Mic's hands to pull her up. As Mic lifted her own body into the bed, she stared face to face with Match in the centre of the bed.

Their hands were locked together as Match was just helping Mic up.

Match & Microphone stared at each other, then looked down at their hands and got flushed.

"What does this mean?" Micorophone asked, softly.

"Can we find out...?" Match said while slowly leaning in.

Microphone blushed, eyes low from the alcohol. She leaned in as well and as soon as they knew it, they locked lips.
The kiss was soft and passionate. Match gently put her hand at the back of Mic's head and deepened the kiss, as little noises escaped both of their mouths.

As soon and they pulled away smoothly, Match opened her eyes slowly. She looked like she could pass out at any moment.

"Thaat was hot~" Match said, breaking the silence.

Microphone started deep into her low glassy eyes and giggled. "You're hot."

to be continued...