― s t a r c h i l d ― (michael clifford a.u.)

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        The next morning, when she awoke quietly in her bed, Ciara stretched out and yawned silently; her hand brushed against something warm that wasn't one of her many stuffed animals that littered her bed. She flinched slightly, but then sighed when she remembered that she'd brought him home last night.
Michael. The weirdly attractive alien that fell from the stars.

        A goofy grin plastered on to her face, she cracked open one of her eyes and looked over at where her hand had met with his skin, and, to her great relief, there he was. Now that she could actually see him, up close, and when she wasn't dead-tired from carrying him nearly naked from the forest to her home, she could actually note what color his hair was; a light pink that accentuated his porcelain-toned skin. And, again, even though she sort of felt like a freak noticing this; he was really attractive. Like, ridiculously attractive. The kind of attractive that sort of made her mad, actually. But he was an alien. That was sort of weird. Being attracted to an alien.
Yet, here she was.
        She didn't realize that he was actually awake until he grumbled sleepily, "I hope you don't mind me sleeping in the same bed as you. I mean at least I'm not naked right? That was sort of embarassing." The low rumble of his morning voice made her melt, but then she realized that he was still speaking, "I never did catch your name, though. On my planet, it's considered polite to tell someone your name when they tell you theirs."
        Ciara smiled, and shook her head, "Forgive me for my poor manners," she rolled her eyes only slightly as she apologized sarcastically, "My name is Ciara. Are you okay? You sort of passed out into my arms, last night," she changed the subject quickly; if there was one thing she absolutely despised talking about, it was herself.

        "Oh, I'm fine. I just pretended to pass out because I didn't want to walk."

        "That's great— wait, what?" Ciara stopped herself, and looked over at Michael, who was smiling with triumph over his not having to walk a mile from in the woods to her house. "You pretended to pass out... so that you wouldn't have to walk." she giggled slightly, and shook her head, putting a hand over her mouth to stifle her laughter. "That's me as fuck," she remarked, jumping out of bed and walking over to her vanity, giving herself a passing glance in the mirror, shrugging when her reflection was less than satisfactory. She walked over to the door and out into the carpeted hallway, making her way over to the towel closet and grabbing two towels. Even though she'd just had her first sleepover with her new alien buddy, she still had to go to school today.

        "Where are you going? This is your house. Aren't I supposed to leave after a one night stand?" he called from her bedroom, and she shook her head, laughing despite herself. Ciara walked back to her room, and it was just as she left it, though Michael was staring at her as she walked through the door, a puzzled look on his face, "What are you getting ready for?"
"School," she stated quietly as she walked over to her closet and laid out her outfit for the day, "Before I get in the shower, is there anything that you would like? Like, I mean, food-wise? 'Cause you sort of got into a crash last night if you didn't notice, and I know that would make me tired and hungry. Well, I mean, I'm always tired and hungry. But even more so."

        Michael chuckled, "I'm not hungry right now, no. I'll just sleep some more until you get out of the shower," he said, plopping down on the plush white sheets as Ciara walked into the bathroom that was connected to her room, shutting the door behind her. Under normal circumstances, she would've honestly freaked out at the sight of someone as attractive as Michael in her bed. But, considering he was an alien boy on the run from men in black... she wasn't too eager to fangirl over him. I mean, he could be really anoying, for all she knew. Only time would tell, it seemed.

        She nodded, and gathered up all of her clothes, walking into the connected bathroom and setting everything down on the counter, walking over and turning the shower on. Ciara was always getting screamed at by her mother when she wouldn't get out of the shower in time to arrive at school at a reasonable time. She didn't know why it did, but the water rushing over her skin always made her unwind. Granted, if the water was freezing cold, it didn't have quite the same effect, but it was still nice.