Chapter 25 Sam’s P.O.V.
After a very long discussion about my problem, his fans, him and why he didn’t know, and my therapist, we decided that we needed something to eat.
“What are you hungry for?” I asked him.
“Pizza.” He replied making me smile.
“Of course. Do you wanna make them from scratch?”
“No. Too lazy.” He replied.
“Well that sucks because we are anyway.” I said pulling him off the couch by his hand.
“We need a recipe.”
“Yeah. I have one.”
I pulled out my mom’s recipe book and flipped through till I found a recipe. I read off the ingredients to Michael.
“Flour, eggs, salt, butter, water, baking soda, and oil are what we need for the crust.” I watched as he pulled them all out.
“Now what?”
“We mix them all together.” I said getting out a large bowl and mixing in the amounts we needed. I stirred the ingredients all together and started forming the bowl into a lump. All of a sudden there was flour falling. I looked up to see that Michael had dusted some on my head. “MICHAEL GORDON CLIFFORD!” I yelled.
“What?” He asked.
“Can you not?”
“Probably not.” He replied, pinching some flour and tossing it in my face.
I grabbed a handful and tossed it at him. A splatter of flour showing up nicely on his black shirt. In no time we were slinging flour at each other and the kitchen ended up looking like a mess. Michael dusted some flour over my head one more time before wrapping an arm around me and pulling me in for a kiss. My mom walked in and looked at us and then slowly walked out leaving us to our laughter.
“We’ll clean it up!” I yelled after her.
“I know you will.” She called back making us laugh even more.
“I love you.” Michael said looking down at my, smearing flour across my cheeks.
“I love you more.” I replied wiping flour on his nose.
“Impossible.” He replied kissing me once again.
I rolled over in bed the sun shining in my face. My hair splayed across Michael’s chest and my hand wrapped in his.
“Good morning beautiful.” Michael said, a hint of his morning voice still there.
“How long have you been awake?” I asked.
“About an hour.”
“And you’ve just laid here?”
“Watching you sleep.”
“Creep.” I replied making him laugh. I snuggled my face into the crook of his neck. “What time is it?”
“Almost ten.”
“We should probably get up then.”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Do you have any plans for today?”
“Just to spend the day with you.”
“God, you’re such a dork.”
“But I’m your dork.”
“Forever and always.” I replied kissing his cheek.
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