unpredictable : mgc

Chapter 10.

*Brooke P.O.V*

I woke up in Michaels arms. And believe me, it's not the first time.

Yesterday I confronted him and told him about my worries and he told me all what happened in his house, how dare his own mother treat him like that?! It really angered me.

I love Michael and I'm not gonna let him go back and live under a whip. It's terrible.

I felt little snores brush down my neck. And looked up and saw Michael sleeping peacfully, he looks so stress free for the first time in a couple weeks, beside his birthday. Even when Michael sleeps, he has a slight smile on his face, he always did, and I always told him he does. He must have pretty nice dreams then. I took my phone from my bedside table and snapped a picture of Mike sleeping.

"Soo going on Twitter." I mumbled. I quickly opened a new tweet and attached the photo and wrote:
"@BrookeJunes: Aww wittle angel sleeping, isn't he cute with that smile aww! No but wake up dude. @Michael5SOS."

And I pressed 'Tweet'.

I quickly got a mention saying '@CassieOMG: isn't he the cutie from Youtube? In the band 5 Seconds of Summer right? @BrookeJunes"

I smiled. Mikey has a fan, uuuu.

I started feeling a slight shifting beside me and I looked up to see Michael starting to wake up. He groaned and rubbed his eyes before opening his eyes.

Michael can't talk in the mornings so he sent me a friendly smile and wave.

"Good morning sleeping beauty." I said chuckling.

"Dhsimdkd tiiiiimeee jdjskskd?" He moaned. I guessed he was wondering the time.

I looked at my phone. "Holy shiz it's 12:58pm."

He suddenly jumped up.

"School!" He half yelled.

"It's Sunday, calm down." I answered. He sighed in relief and mumbled something like 'forgot'.

And he plonked next to me.

"Sleepy today hey?" I said. He gradually nodded. "Come on Mike, let's go get some breakfast."

I got up and tried pulling him up but failed miserably and he lunged back into the matress. I gave up seeing it was no use, he was too heavy. But bribing my best friend was something I was good at.

"I'll make you blueberry pancakes?" I said smirking. He widened his eyes and jolted up.

"HEY HAVE I EVER MENTIONED YOU'RE THE BESTEST BEST FRIEND EVER?" he half yelled.

I smirked. "Blueberry pancakes?"

"Blueberry pancakes."

He finally dragged himself out of my bed and stood up, he groaned and rubbed his eyes before following me down to the kitchen.

Apparently, I'm a really good chef. My dad wasn't a bad one, but sometimes he'd be too lazy so dinner duty was up to me. I kind of enjoyed it too. And apparently, I make the best blueberry pancakes. And I knew for a fact Mikey loves them.

We walked into the kitchen, and Mandy was there. She looked up from her phone screen and saw me. She sent me a hopeful smile but I brushed it off, and I saw the sheet of disappointment appear on my older sisters face. I sent her the quickest half smile I could pull, hoping she wouldn't have seen it. I walked past her and started getting stuff out.

Michael sat at the island, too morning grumpy to talk.

"Oh, goodmorning Michael..." Mandy said. Excuse me, did she just say goodmorning to my  best friend?