My reason to smile|M.C

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I woke up first. Michael was still sleeping so I carefully moved his hands off of me and untangled our legs. I was too warm. He stirred slightly when I got out of the bed so I tried to be quiet.
"Heyyyy where are you going?" Michael asked his voice full of sleep, he still had his eyes closed.
"I was too warm, just go back to sleep."
I leant over the bed and gave him a peck on the lips. He didn't kiss back so I assumed he had gone back to sleep. I stumbled down the stairs, rubbing my eyes as i went. Today was going to be long day. After making myself a cup of coffeei checked my phone and i had a text from my mum which was unusual because she didn't text meoften. She said that shewouldn't be home for another two months, this didn't bother me becauseif she was home we would just argue anyway. I knew Michael would soon question me about my nightmares and the large pile of photos that i had balanced on top of the full bin. It's weird to think that i've only known Michael for a few weeks and he has been a better friend to me than anyone i have known in my life. We even started off disliking eachother! Michael is one of my only true friends, or is he my boyfriend?What are we? Whilst my thoguhts were on Michael i decided that i would make him breakfast because he really did deserve it,he's been there for me the whole time i've been in Australia.

After i'd cleaned up the mess from making bacon and pancakes i took the tray up to Michael. I'm surprised that he didn't wake up from the smell or the noise that i made whilst making them. I kicked the door open with my foot, my tongue stook out in concerntration so that i ddin't spill the coffee and pancakes.

"Mikeyyyyy i've made bacon and pancakes, i got you some coffeeas well." (ik he doesnt like coffee but he does now okay) I sing songed, placing the tray down on the bed and kissing Michael all over the face.

"mmmm it smells beautiful," he sat up pulling the covers over his bare torso," how come you've made it for me though, not that i don't want it i just thoguht you didn't like cooking?"

"Well you've been my bestest friend since i got here so i thought i'd show my appreciation." hesmiled at me and pulled me into a hug.

I pulled away and Michael leant in to kiss me. I leant forward partingmy lips slightly and tilting my head. Michael's lips were dry and a bit cracked from lack of fluids and heslept with his mouth open a bit which probably didn't help. The kiss started to get quicker our lips becoming more and more needy for eachothers company. I ran my hands up and down Michael's back gently scratching it. He groaned into my mouth pulling my tshirt up, roughly. I couldn't breathe so ileant back and pressed my forehead against his, our lips occasionally. We stared into each others eyes both of us hot messes.

"What are we?" I blurted out, confused because friends don't kiss like that.

"I don't know." Michael said, furrowing his eyebrows and shaking his head.

"We can't keep doing this Michael, friends don't kiss like that."

"Let me take you out tonight, we can discuss our feelings and i need to ask you something, I'll pick you up at 7 don't wear something too fancy." He winked at me, getting up and pulling his jeans and top on.

"Oh, and thanks for the breakfast even though i didin't eat it, it's the thought that counts, I'll see you tonight beautiful" Michael winked at me again, disappearing down the stairs.

I smiled at my reflection, I was excited for tonight and I was ready. Michael wasn't picking me up for another 10 minutes so I admired my outfit for the millionth time in the last hour. I was wearing a black leather jacket, black ripped skinny jeans and a def leppard tshirt. My hair was down and wavy, in its natural state. I felt refreshed and I couldn't stand still, I was so nervous. The doorbell rang and I ran down the stairs, but I had to remind myself not to look desperate. So, I slowed my run down to a calm walk and opened the door.
"You look gorgeous," his piercing green eyes trailed up and down my body," are you ready?" He asked, winking.
"Yeah, just let me get my bag." I smiled, grabbing my bag off the side.
Tonight was going to be a good night, I could tell.

Michael had driven us about an hour away from my house and we ended up at a beach. The sun was setting and it was breezy.
"We're here, it's not fancy but I didn't think you'd like something really fancy, if you don't like it we can-"
"Mikes it's perfect." I leant in and gave him a peck on the cheek.
He cheekily smiled at me, looking up from his hands that he nervously played with.y
"Good, I'm really happy you like it, I need to show you something."
He grabbed my hand pulling over the middle compartment and opened his door so I could climb off his lap. As we walked away from the car, Michael put his arm behind him and clicked the lock button on the key. We were heading towards a big Ferris wheel that looked over the sea. I stopped and looked at it in awe, Michael tugging on my hand so that we could get on it. He payed for us, it wasn't busy so we got straight on it. We didn't say anything we just sat in silence, but it wasn't an awkward silence, it was a comfortable one. I looked over at Michael and watched him watch the sea. When he turned his head I quickly looked away.
"We're you staring at me ?" He asked, raising on eyebrow.
I giggled at him, blushing and looking down.
"I don't mind if you were, I mean I understand that I'm the most handsome Australian 18 year old (omg two days and that will be fake omg omg omg) with red hair that you know."
" you're the only red haired Australian boy I know." I smiled at him, and rested my head on his shoulder.
It was starting to get windy because we were at the top of the wheel now and my leather jacket wasn't the best insulator. Michael looked at me and must have seen me shivering because he wrapped his arm around my shoulder, snuggling me into his side. We both watched the calm sea and the birds flying around, everything was calm.

Once we'd gotten off the wheel, after various comments from Michael about the squawking birds, we went for a walk down the beach.
"So I I'm I wanted to ask you what your nightmares were about, and all the photos that you put in the bin, I just want to know because I'm worried about you. People don't have nightmares that horrific if they are scared of snakes or watched a scary movie, so what happened?"
That was the question I had been trying to avoid, and now I just wanted to crawl into a hole and die.