O.C.D/||\ Michael Clifford

0.4

Olive always seemed to be waiting for Michael whenever he returned home, sometimes his parents didn't even notice she was up there, not like they payed much attention to him let alone his friends. In fact they never knew she was there.

This time Olive wasn't sitting on his window sill but, Michael couldn't see her anywhere. She could have fallen asleep early but that was very unlikely as...well she didn't sleep. The night was everything she stood for and believed in, the night was like fuel for her. She rarely slept and yet, she barely looked tired.

He heard soft sobs muffled by his wardrobe doors. Slowly pulling them open to reveal Olive, just sitting.

"Oh f-fuck, hey Michael I didn't think you'd be here. I mean of course you'd be here its your house, like you here now?"

Michael let out a low chuckle. "You don't sound so sure about that, wanna try again?"

"I'd probably cock it up again." He lifted her up and carried her to the bed, which was easy because she was petite. "I can walk, I have legs you know!"

"Ya know, at least Eric got a mute Ariel, he dodged a bullet with that." Joking, he earned himself a punch in the arm. "Hey! If that's what I get get for being nice then I'm just not gonna bother." Michael left to get changed, removing his socks and folding them to put into the washing then the same for the rest. Olive just sat and watched, sure his skin was slightly pale but she still had to admit that everything about him was beautiful.

"Erm do you want the penguin top or Star Wars tonight?" Olive always borrowed Michael's clothes, he found himself buying tops in his size specifically for her and it more than once because he panicked it was the wrong size. Not that he minded. They always smelled like her afterwards.

They were close, how could they not be? She slept over every night, he'd rub her tummy when she was having...lady issues.

"Mikey?"

"I'm not gonna suck your dick, Livi." He retorted instantly.

"What! I was not gonna ask that, I don't want that. You'll have to beg me for you to suck my dick."

"Pfft, you'd love it." Olive rolled over so they were face to face, their faces radiating heat.

"Michael?"

"Olive?" His eyes drifted open, meeting with hers.

"Goodnight."

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Ah this was sucky

I came to the realisation that I've never really written much fluff, those who read TBC would know

So I never really know how to arbnyid

Question: What do you think of Olive?