Sophie
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I woke up with a feeling of suffocation. It was incredibly warm where I was and there was an arm around me. I started panicking until I saw the light green walls next to me. I relaxed instantly into the arms that were wrapped around me.
I turned slightly to see that Michael was asleep basically on top of me. I giggled at the sight. I grabbed my phone from the bedside table and took a picture of us together. It seemed unreal to me that I was finally with my best friend. I set my phone back down and cuddled deeper into Michael.
"I see you're awake," a voice whispered into my ear. I squealed not knowing that he had been awake. I felt myself blush.
"Did you take a picture of me sleeping?" Michael asked. His voice was raspy and deep from being asleep for awhile.
"No?" I said blushing.
"Oh really?" Michael asked smirking.
"Yeah," I said a bit more confidentially and less like a question.
Michael got up from where he was lying and crawled on top of me. I felt myself blush even more. He sat down on top of me and I let out a huff.
"Michael, you're so heavy," I whined.
"Oh really?" Michael asked again smirking.
"Are you going to keep asking the same question or?" I asked trailing off.
"No," he said and then his hands were on my stomach; tickling.
I was laughing as hard as I could and Michael was laughing along with me. I was trying to fight him off but he took my hands in one of his hands and kept tickling.
"Michael! Stop!" I squealed. I tried kicking but he was literally sat on my waist, I was kind of out of options. I was laughing and Michael was laughing at my reaction.
"Only if you admit you took a picture of me sleeping," Michael said stopping the tickling for a few moments.
"Fine, I did," I whined to try and get him to stop. I was comfortable.
I watched Michael grabbed my phone off the bedside table and took a picture.
"What did you take a picture of, Clifford?" I asked.
"Me sitting on top of you," he said nonchalantly.
"Why?" I asked.
"So the guys think I'm getting some," he said shrugging his shoulders.
"Michael Gordon Clifford!" I squeaked. I don't know what it was but I was guessing it was Michael being taken by surprise as I was able to jump up on him and now we were reversed. I was sitting on him as he was lying underneath me.
"I was kidding," Michael grumbled at the fact I had him pinned down and he couldn't move.
I let go of his hands and we sat there in peace and a comfortable silence.
"Can I see the picture you got earlier?" Michael asked speaking up.
I handed him my phone.
"What's the password?" He asked.
"1-1-2-0," I mumbled.
"My birthday?" He asked and I blushed. I buried my face into his chest to try hiding my blush and I was now lying on him.
"Maybe," I mumbled.
"You're so cute," he cooed.
I saw him open up the pictures and looked at the one I took.
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Fanfiction~12:03 am~ To: "sex god" Mikey i wish we could meet. ~12:07 am~ From: "sex god" Mikey one day, we will. Sequel: Connected