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“Get off your phone.” Quinn nags me.

“Get off your period.” I shoot back, a small smirk on my lips.

“Oh wow, you got me there.” She says, holding up her hands and rolling her eyes. “Seriously, you’re never on your phone. What’s going on?”

“You’d know if you’d been here the past two years.” I mutter, typing a reply to Michael’s text.

“Who are you texting?” She asks.

“My fuck buddy.” I tell her simply.

“You have a fuck buddy?” She asks, raising her eyebrows.

“Yeah. His name’s Michael.” Terra says, walking into the living room, a bowl of cereal in her hands. “He’s really nice.”

“Wait, you’ve met him?” Quinn asks, scoffing slightly.

“Yeah. You haven’t?” Terra asks with a knowing smile.

“What the fuck has been going on while I’ve been gone?” She asks, holding her hands up to her head.

“Me and Michael got drunk once, had sex. It’s been pretty casual since then.” I tell her with a shrug.

Terra scoffs. “Yeah, right. Casual. Which explains why you two have gone on dates and haven’t had sex since that night.”

“Wait, this is serious?” Quinn asks, sitting up straighter.

“Not really.” I tell them, smiling at my phone as I get another text from him.

“So you’re texting him.” Terra says, shoving another spoonful of cereal in her mouth.

“Nope.” I lie, typing a reply, biting down on my lip.

“What are you two talking about?” Terra asks.

“Fuck that. Tell me everything about him.” Quinn says.

“Well,” I start, putting my phone down. “He’s really sweet. Funny. Cute. A little awkward, but in a good way. He’s got an eyebrow ring, which apparently fell out last night. Um, he lives with like, three of his friends. I don’t know. What else do you want to know?”

“Describe what he looks like.”

“I won’t even give you a hair color because it’s different every week.” I tell her with a small smile. “His eyes are so pretty, though. They’re so big and like, such a pretty green. And his nose is like, perfect. I don’t know. It’s just so cute. And his lips are so fucking red, like I swear he wears lipstick or something. And even his teeth are cute, I don’t know. And his giggle, like shit. And when he laughs, he covers his face with his hands and squeezes his eyes shut and it’s actually the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.” I finish with a sigh. My phone buzzes and my hand immediately shoots to my side as I pick up my phone.

“You’ve got it bad.” Quinn says with a smile.

“She hasn’t even been this way since-” Terra stops herself mid sentence. “Sorry.” She mutters.

“Yeah, it’s okay.” I tell her awkwardly, focusing my attention on texting Michael again.

“So when am I gonna meet him?” Quinn asks.

“Never.” I answer. “You’d just ask him a bunch of stuff and make him really uncomfortable.”

“But you really like him. He’s obviously really important to you.” Quinn tells me with a slight frown.

“Do you guys think turtles have feelings?” I blurt out.

“What do you mean?” Terra asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Michael wants to know if I think turtles have feelings.” I tell her with an awkward laugh.

“How the fuck did this even happen?” Quinn asks, looking at me in confusion. “You two seriously talk about shit like that?”

“Yeah.” I tell her, chewing on my bottom lip.

“How did this happen?” She asks Terra. “All of her boyfriends have been manipulative assholes and this one is asking her if she thinks fucking turtles have feelings.”

“Shit happens, man.” Terra tells her, shoveling some more cereal into her mouth.

“I’m right here.” I mumble.

“We know.” Quinn says with an eyeroll. “But can we do something tonight?”

“Oh yeah, I forgot. Michael and his friends are coming over for a movie night. Terra, you can stay. Quinn, you have to leave.” I tell her, keeping my gaze focused on my phone.

“Why do I have to go?” She whines. “It’s my house.”

“Because you’re gonna make it awkward.” Terra says.

“Fine.” Quinn groans. “I’ll go over to Jeremy’s house.”
“Thanks.” I tell her with a smile. “You can go now.”

Quinn lets out a loud groan of protest but gets up anyway. She grabs her jacket and walks out the front door without another word.

“So, when are they gonna be here?”

“In a few hours.”

“Which gives you enough time to get ready.”

 

~~~

 

“Azlyn, are you serious?” Michael asks, rolling his eyes at me.

“Yes, I’m serious. Who do you think I am?”

“I’m not doing this.” He says, holding his hands up to his face.

“Michael, please.” I whine, putting my camera down with a frown.

“Aw, c’mon Michael. Let her take a picture of you.” Ashton says from the opposite side of the room.

“Yeah, mate. It’s cute.” Luke calls out.

“Hear that, Michael? It’s cute.” I tell him with a frown. “I just wanna take a picture of you. What’s the big deal?”

“What if you take the picture and sell it on the black market?” He asks, a small smile playing on his lips.

“Michael, don’t be an asshole.” Calum yells from the couch.

“Yeah, Michael. Azlyn’s like, really into you. Just let her take a fucking picture.” Terra tells him with an eyeroll.

“You’re really into me?” Michael asks, his smile getting wider.

“I’m leaving.” I say, standing up, setting my camera down on the table, and walking into my room.

“Babe, no!” Michael calls out, getting off the couch and chasing after me down the hall. I let out a squeal as he starts catching up to me. I run into my room and close the door, pressing my back against it. Michael knocks on the door gently. “Babe, I’m sorry. Open the door. I’ll let you take a picture.” He says, laughing lightly.

“Promise?” I ask.

“Yep. Promise.”

I open the door and squeal as Michael pulls me into his arms and presses his lips against mine. I smile into the kiss and tangle my fingers into his hair. He backs me up against the wall and bites down on my bottom lip softly. I moan quietly in response and open my mouth. He deepens the kiss and I let my hands slide down to his chest. I pull away slowly and look up at him.

“Michael.” I whisper, resting my forehead against his.

“Azlyn.”

“I really like you.” I tell him quietly. “And it’s scaring me a lot.”

“I really like you.” He whispers back. “And it’s not scaring me at all.”

i feel like i cut the chapter short so ill probably double update

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