The Butcher

Part 4

I stood in my room trying to process what just happened. Michael said he kissed me, but I don't remember that. I brought my finger tips to my lips trying to bring back any feeling on them. Nothing. How could he have kissed me, without me realizing it? I followed his steps to see where he went after he had left my room. I found him in the family room sitting on the couch. He was hugging a pillow and had it covering his mouth and nose, so that only his eyes were visible. It seemed like he was smiling beneath the pillow, his eyes were squinted a little bit. I walked over to sit next to him and his eyes followed my movements.

He didn't move his body, just his eyes. He gripped the pillow a little when I sat down next to him. "Did you really?" I asked him. He looked from one side to the other and then suddenly threw the pillow behind him. "Psh... No... What are you talking about?" He said, obviously joking. He'd turned his body towards me, on his side, with one hand on the side of his head and the other at his hip. He was so goofy, but that was something I loved about him. "Michael, did you?" I asked him sitting with my body facing him. "You didn't feel it?" He asked seriously this time. "No," I shook my head a couple times. He repositioned himself so that he was sitting the same way I was.

"Oh," he slouched and looked down. He looked back up at me, "Well... maybe you'll feel it this time." He quickly leaned in and his lips crashed against mine in an instant. He held himself there for a couple seconds before he lost his balance and fell forward, toppling on top of me. "Woah! Sorry!" He said laughing. He looked at the position we were in and then said, "Now I could get used to this!" He nodded his head, still smiling. He was holding his torso up with his hands with my legs trapped under his. I had my hands against his chest to keep him from collapsing onto me. I could feel his heartbeat on my palm, and it was going fast.

I noticed that his face was starting to turn a little red. "Are you enjoying yourself Michael?" I laughed. He looked me straight in the eye, furrowed his eyebrows and whined, really loud, "Oooohhh yeeaaaahh!" My eyes widened at what he just said. "Michael Clifford, from the weird named band, get off me!" I screamed and tried to get free. The more I struggled, the more he made sexual noises and the louder he got. I tried pushing him off, but he just plopped himself onto me, so he felt like dead weight. "Michael please get off me! I can't breathe," I said still trying to push him off. "Alright fine, but under one condition," he propped himself up on his elbows.

"Ugh, fine. What do you want?" I asked. He pushed himself off and stood beside me with his hand reached out. "Dance with me," he smiled. I propped myself up on my hand, "I can't dance," I looked at him. He gave me a reassuring look before he nodded his head towards his hand. "C'mon Lorie, I'll teach you even, though I can't dance very well myself," he said. "There's no music though," I replied. He took out his phone and started playing with it until a song started playing. The intro was about 10 seconds long and it started, "Within a minute I was all packed up." He put his phone in his back pocket and reached back out. I was hesitant, but then he just went and grabbed my wrist and pulled me off the couch.

"Ok, so you just put your hand here," he placed my hand on his right shoulder, "and I put mine here," he placed his hand on my waist. "Then I'm supposed to hold your hand.. right here," he held my hand and brought it up so they were equal with my shoulders. "And then, just follow my steps, wherever my feet go, you put yours," he gave an example. He moved his left foot to the left, then moved his right foot to the left. So, I moved my right foot to my right, and my left foot to my right. "Yeah! Just like that," he smiled at me, "lemme start the song over, hang on." He did so and waited till the intro was done. Then, he started moving. I had a little trouble in the beginning, because I kept stepping on his feet. I had to look down until I figured out the pattern.

"So, what song is this and who is it by," I asked as we danced. "It's called Beside You and it's by 5 Seconds of Summer," he laughed. I suddenly remembered that, that was his band. "It's a nice song," I smiled. "Thanks, I'll be sure to tell the other guys what you think," he said. Another song came on. It was an acoustic song, so we kept dancing around the room. "What's this song?" I asked. "She Looks So Perfect acoustic," he looked at my facial features as he said that and I could see a smile tugging at the edges of his mouth. I smiled back, I could feel the heat in my face. We changed our position, so that I had arms around his neck and he had his around my waist. We didn't really dance anymore, just kinda swayed back and forth a little.

Again the song changed, but it was a more upbeat song. "Oohh, I like this song a lot," Michael said giggling. He recited the lyrics as they played. "I love that accent you have when you say 'Hello' you relocated from New York a month ago. That mini van that you drive really gets me goin, and if it feels like it's right then it can't be wrong. No one understands the chemistry we have, and it came out of no where." I couldn't help but smile and laugh as he sang to me. He moved his body along to the beat of the song, so I did too. As I opened my mouth to ask what song it was he said it, "Mrs All American," he smiled. "Nice," I nodded my head and laughed.

"Can we stop dancing? I'm getting tired," he complained. "Yeah sure," I said and went to sit back down on the couch. Michael followed and sat right beside me. "Beside yoouuuu," he sang, totally off key. "You're weird," I leaned my head against his shoulder. "Yyeaah, but that's why you love me," he said. "True true," I said. "Shit! I should go," he said panicked. I checked the time on my phone and it said 12:03 am. He got up and walked back to my room, I got up and followed. "You don't have to go now, you can leave in the morning," I leaned against the entrance of my room. "But what about your parents? What if they come in your room and find me?" He said. I walked over to where he was. "You really don't need to worry about them. Trust me," I said looking at him. He waited a second before replying, "But what if-" I cut him off, "Michael! Trust me! Please," I crossed my arms.

He looked down and played with his lanyard with keys, that assumed were his house keys. "I don't know Lorie," he said. I moved closer to him and snuck my arms around his waist to hug him. "Please stay," I said into his shirt. I felt his arms slide past my neck and then he placed his chin on top of my head. He kissed the top of my head and said, "Okay."

A/N: ok this is my fav part so far! If there were any typos, sorry! I wanted to get this up as soon as possible. Did you become (more) Michael af after this part? Let me know because I wanna know! I hope you guys are enjoying this so far! Okay bye :) -meagan