Strong Words and Vodka

Ch.6

~few hours pass~
I jolt up out off the bed, afraid of being captured in my nightmare. My breathing rapid and sweat dripping down my face, "Fucking aye." I sputter out my whispered words so I wouldn't wake up Michael. I look over to Mikey to make sure I didn't accidentally wake him because I usually toss-n-turn when I have nightmares.

When I looked over I noticed he wasn't there. I throw my legs over the bed, feet freezing automatically because of the cold hard floor. I stand up rubbing the sleepiness out of my eyes. I started towards the door when it opens revealing a wild haired boy with two bottles of water in one hand a bag of Cheetos Puffs in the other. "Damn he knows me so well." I though to myself.

He looks up stopping in his tracks. "Oh, did I wake you?" Michael said in a rough groggy voice. "No. A fucking nightmare did." I said yawning, kind of pissed off because I love my sleep. I mean who doesn't! "I brought this Smart Water just in case you might want it sometime through the night." Michael says walking over to my night stand to set the bottle down. "Wait, what time is it?" I said sitting back down on the bed crossing my legs.

Michael had went and sat on this little bench-table we had all moved around earlier this week and were playing with it. When I say "playing with it" I mean, me and Eryka were dancing like morons on top of it with the boys around us, occasionally smacking our asses.
"It's about 1:00 am." Michael answered my question. I leaned over on my right side smacking the bed, "uggh!" I moan whined. Michael smirks at me. "What are you smirking at bed head?" I say to him. "At you, which your lion mane all over the place." He said laughing to himself. "Oh really clifford, you're hair is really fucked up. It looks like you have sex hair." I said grabbing my bottle of water only to have it smacked out of my grip and be tackled by Michael. "Shit!" I yelp falling backwards with him weighing me down. Michael giggling like a maniac. "So you say I have sex hair, aye?" He says raising one eyebrow. "Haha, I didn't stutter did I?" I say as Michael puts his elbows on either side of my shoulders and grounding his hips into mine. I gasp, not used to that thin line of friends and more than friends being slowly crossed.

"Wa-wait. Mikey. N-no. I don't think we should be doing this." I say. Michael stops, he sternly looks me in the eyes, I swear he was gonna get pissy with me. To my surprise all mike said was "okay. I understand." He rolls over to my right side. I could see the hurt in his eyes when he said he understood.

I sighed "I'm just scared Mikey. I don't know what to do anymore and I don't want to lose you or our amazing friendship." Michael scoots over to the side of the bed he was sleeping on. "I'm not upset but sometimes you have to takes risks in your life. If you don't take any that's not living." Michael say looking up at me from where he was now covered up. "Yeah, you know we believe in a lot of the same things but I care to much for you. I don't want to lose you or any of the boys or Eryka. Just, as of right now, it's way to risky." I say laying down and pulling the cover over my shoulders.

"Come here. We can at least cuddle." He said pulling me into his chest, I take in his natural scent. There is always something about cuddling with Michael that helped me relax but there was something different this time. I felt more at home. Like I belonged here. I was at ease, all my muscles were unwinding. "Mi-Mikey?" I stutter. "Hmmm." He hummed in my ear. "I-I- I love you." I whisper already half asleep. "I love you too baby girl." Michael said holding me tighter.