Badboy // M.C.

Chapter 15

REMEMBER TO LISTEN TO THE SONG AND JUST SO YOU KNOW, YOU ARE ABOUT TO ENTER FULL FREAK OUT MODE!!!

I woke up on Michael's chest, laying on his bed. I don't know how we got like this, but we did. I wriggled out of his grasp around me and sat up. I was only wearing his shirt and underwear. I scurry to his drawer where I know he keeps his sweat pants. I feel too exposed. As I pull his pants up my legs, I hear a soft voice coming from the bed.

"It's only like," he looks at his nightstand with a small digital clock next to it. "Nine am." Michael rubs his eyes with his hands as he sits up. He is such a beautiful creature. His colorful hair is all over the place, and I can't imagine how I, myself, look this early.

"I don't know. I guess I just have a lot on my mind," I say almost in a whisper. He pats the spot on the bed that I slept in, gesturing for me to come sit by him.

"Tell me." He gives an encouraging smile. I give in and join him under the warm blankets. I can feel his heat radiating off of him. He wraps his arm around me shoulders and pulls me closer to him. I lean my head into his shoulder.

"Why do you think our parents are always so busy? It seems like they never have time for us," I confess. He nods in understanding and squeezes my shoulder gently.

"I guess they think we are independent enough to take of ourselves. And you have your brother," Michael tells me. I stare into his eyes that are pure with love right now. I can see how happy he is with his life right now. I take a deep breath before responding.

"Alex doesn't help take care of me. I don't even really know him. Sometimes, he just feels like a stranger living down the hall from me," I say. I can feel my eyes starting to water, but I push it back. If Michael sees me cry, he will get worried.

"Don't say that. I know he cares about you. A lot. What brought up all of this?" I still feel the tears coming. I didn't succeed at holding them back this time. A single dear drips down my face and of course, my protective boyfriend sees. "Hey, hey, hey. What's wrong? What can I do?"

I turn my head away from him. I don't want him to see the tears that follow the first one. I sob and breathe before trying to answer his first question. "I was just thinking about how I'm here. My parents don't care enough to call and check in or to even make sure I'm actually at Alice's house like I told them. They just assume whatever I tell them, without second guessing anything." I am fully crying now. My eyes are turning red and I still haven't shown Michael that I'm crying, although he can probably tell, as he is rubbing my back after all.

"Listen, Anna. Your parents care about you so much. If you want to tell them about me or about how serious we are or-" I hold my hand up. He doens't need to go any further. I just feel like they don't care. They are never home, and I have no idea where this came from, but I just want them to be more like parents.

"It's okay, Michael." I wipe under my eyes and he helps me by wiping underneath my eyes, as well. I dry my tears and hig him. "Thank you," I say into his neck.

Michael pulls away, keeping his hands on the small of my back, and nods. "Anything for you. I love you."

"I love you, too." I stand up from the bed. I shake my head just a little to get what just happened out of my thoughts. Michael comes behind me, takes my hand, and nods in the direction of the door. I giggle a little an follow him into the kitchen.

"Cereal for the lady?" he smiles brightly. I laugh at him and nod. He pours me a bowl of cereal and hands it to me.

"So what are we gonna do today? It's still the weekend, after all," I say. He looks around for a moment wondering, and turns to me with a giant grin.