reckless | mgc

thirteen

"No one comes over while we're gone, do you understand? And we'll know if you lie to us, Addy. You better not try anything," Addy's dad said sternly, leaning in the doorway of her room and pointing his finger at her. It had been a little over a week since she'd seen Ashton, and she'd managed to see Michael two more times without getting caught. He understood why it was all so difficult for both of them; Addy's parents were a royal pair of dicks and everyone knew it. He told her that it was okay, though, and that he knew that it would work out in the end. Addy hoped Michael was right.

"Yeah, yeah," Addy said, waving her dad away and staring down into her chemistry book. "I won't do anything stupid." They were leaving again (what a surprise, seriously) and they'd taken Addy's phone as well as grounded her to the house for the night. She couldn't go anywhere or talk to anyone. Great.

"Okay, we'll be home in a few hours. Bye." Her dad closed the door behind him, Addy listening for his footsteps to disappear out the door and to the car. When the car started and she heard it pull out of the driveway and turn down the street she jumped up, tossing her chemistry book on the floor and reaching out to grab the handle of her closet doors. Throwing them open she revealed Michael, standing in the corner with his back to the wall, smirking.

"It's too easy," Addy laughed, stepping aside so Michael could walk out into her room.

"I can't believe they have no idea," he chuckled quietly. He took a seat on the edge of her bed, looking around and smiling to himself at how cute her room was.

The walls were painted a light violet color, nothing really special. In the corner of the room, where he was sitting, there was her bed, which had a white comforter on it. She had a window next to her bed that he had failed to climb into, resulting in Addy having to sneak Michael through the back door while her parents were upstairs. She had a small TV and a dresser and that was pretty much it - her room was impressively clean.

"Nice poster," he said, pointing to a Fall Out Boy poster on her wall that clearly looked like it had been there for a while.

"Shut up! I put that up when I was like fourteen, oh my god," she defended, sitting down on her bed and crossing her legs in front of her. Michael just smiled, stretching his legs out in front of him and staying quiet. "What's wrong?" Addy asked after a second, noticing he'd gone quiet.

"Nothing, I just feel weird. Not like, bad weird," He said, making sure Addy knew that it wasn't bad. "Just like, kind of happy. Kind of... at home? Sorry, that sounds weird." Addy gave him a soft smile.

"No, no, that's not weird at all," she started, feeling more comfortable around Michael than she ever had before. At first their conversations were tense; Michael didn't want to talk about himself at all and was never too open to the idea of telling her anything. He still hadn't really opened up but he felt comfortable, which was progress for the both of them.

Michael was still a little bit weirded out by the whole situation. A month ago, if Addy had agreed to hook up with him at the party, he wouldn't have given her a second glance afterwards. He would have barely remembered her name, much less been so interested in chasing after her. But she didn't agree, and Michael couldn't help but get a little cocky and curious. Michael didn't know rejection, he didn't know failure with girls and he wasn't about to find out what it felt like. So he told himself he had to get her, even if it was only for one night.

But that was a month ago. And now, Michael wasn't so sure he was even in it for the sex anymore.

"Okay," Michael responded quickly, realizing he'd zoned out for a few seconds. "Thanks." Addy nodded once, signaling that she understood.

"I'm sorry it has to be like this," she said after a few seconds, staring down at the floor and swinging her leg back and forth lightly. Michael barely processed her words, too busy staring at her to hold a conversation. God, he thought, how did I not notice how pretty she was before this? Deciding it was probably not very manly to daydream about her face, he scrambled to string together an answer.