Always M.C.

Chapter Three

I haven't talked to Michael since we kissed. Well, he hasn't talked to me. I mean, we haven't talked about it. I've tried, so many times. But apparently, he just "doesn't know what I'm talking about." He's acting like nothing ever happened, like we never kissed. I think he regrets it. I mean Michael is so attractive, don't get me wrong. I love Michael so much. I mean just not in that way exactly. I've thought about it before but I just don't think it would work out and I generaly don't feel that way. It's only been one day, and I should probably just calm down. I'm probably getting all worked up over nothing. It's only Friday, and I still have two more nights to stay at Michael's.

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"You suck." I said as Michael pushed the bowl of popcorn onto my lap. It was movie night and I was not feeling it right now.

"Sucks to suck." Michael blabbed.

"That doesn't even make sense." I rolled my eyes.

"You don't even make sense."

"Oh that was a clever comeback." I said sarcastically

"I know." He smirked popping a piece of popcorn into his mouth. I rolled my eyes at him again, switching my attention to the movie.

About twenty-five minutes later I saw red hair out of the corner of my eye. So I casually looked over, and Michals flips out as soon as he noticed. He dumped the popcorn everywhere and started to move in random jerking motions. His legs and arms were kicking out in every direction and he began to make a glurgling sound. Suddenly, he became completely still and looked over at me with his bottom lip judded out.

"What?" I giggled.

"You were looking at me."

"So?"

"Well," he dragged out the 'L'.

"Yes?"

"You know what?" I motioned for him to go on. "I think.." He began to look off into the distance very dramatically. We were totally ignoring the movie now, "I think that you," he pointed a finger at me. "You are very..."

"Very...?"

"Tickilish!" he screamed launching himself at me. Within seconds he was on top of me, pinching my sides, making me twitch and squirm uncontrolablly.

"Michael! What- no!" I laughed.

And just then he stopped right below my ear and kissed my neck once, very softly.

"Michael-" I started to talk, quietly.

"Sh." He put his index finger up to my lips to silence me. "You're so hot." he said so seductivly. I got the chills immediently. Then, he got up just as quickly as he got on top of me. He switly walked out of the room and down the hallway."Goodnight Scar!." I could practically feel the smirk on his face. And then I heard his door shut. I was still lying on the floor facing the ceiling. My heart was racing a million miles per second.

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"Scarlett!" I sat up straight on Michael's couch. I rubbed my face, wondering what's going on. "Scarlett!" I heard the voice scream again. It took it me a second to reconize but I soon matched the voice to my red-headed best friend. I tore the blankets off myslef and scrambled up off of Michael's couch. I ran to his bedroom door and burst in running to the side of his bed. "Michael!" I shook him. "Michael! Wake up!" He shook awake sobbing and clung onto me like life itslef. He buried his head into the crook of my neck and let out his sobs. His tears soaked my shirt but I didn't care. His breathes were struggles to inhale and shudders to let out. His sobs were violent and made his body jerk and squirm. "I-" he hiccuped. "I- they-you." he sobbed. "They- took- you- away." he managed to get out.

"No, Michael, shh." I cooed as softly as I could.

His sobs eventually came in waves and it took him a while to calm down. We layed down with his head on my chest and say nothing. We just sat there in silence, content with the warmth of each others arms. I played with his hair, running my fingers through it.

"You're going to become bald." I chuckled.

"I know." he dramatically sniffled.

"I found his large hand with my small one and held it. We didn't "waffle" or "pancake". I just held his hand in my. I lightly squeezed it, "You're gonna be okay." And then with that, we fell asleep.

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"Scar! Scar! Oh my god! Scar!" I felt someone shaking me. I groaned and turned over hoping they would go away. "Scar seriously it's like four in the afternoon." I heard a tired Michael grumble. I rolled back over and opened my eyes wondering why he wanted to wake up. "I have an idea." He was laying down facing me.

"I have an idea! Get out!"

"It's my room but I'll ignore that. Seriously, I have an idea."

"Michael four in the morning and four in the afternoon are two different things I said, pulling on black leggings."

"Close enough." he whispered. "Can you please be quiet? My mom is sleeping!"

"That's a hint we shouldn't be sneaking out." I said after I opened his bathroom window to the fire escape. "Shit." I mummbled pulling gloves out of my pocket.

Two days ago it was a beautiful winter wonderland and now it's a discusting, wet, Chicago. There was no snow to be seen, everything was just, wet.

"Michael what are we doing?" I stammered.

"What do you mean?" he asked, looking genuinly confused.

"Where do you want me to start?" Before I could give him a dirty look he made a quick right into an alley. "Michael-"

"Sh."

"I don't understand why you're shushing me all of a sudden, but it's getting on my nerves."

"Okay, sorry. But sh." I think you'll like it."

We made a left, emerging from the alley. The first thing I saw was a bright yellow slide down the block."Oh my god."

"I know! Isn't it so cute!"

"Michael! It is four in the freaking morning and you brought me to a park! In the middle of a Chicago winter?!"

"This is the park." He obviously realized the confused expression on my face. "This is the park where we became best friends."

"What are you-" and then it all came back to me.

FLASHBACK

Michael and I were about eight years old. We were friends and so were our dads so we decided to come to the park one day. It was a very sunny, windy day. We were about six, it was a couple days before our first day of school and Michael was not too happy about it. I swear he was a teenager before he could talk. So we were at the park and Michael was swinging on my favorite swing. Let's just say six year-old Scarlett didn't have the best temper. I pushed Michael right off the swing. It was a good shove, enough to land him face-first into the woodchips. He wasn't even that mad, infact he got up in started to laugh. It was all fun and games until Michael had a woodchip stuck into his face. Their was blood running down from his left eyebrow. We screamed face to face just staring at each other for like five minutes unil our dads came over and drove us to the hospital. And well that's why he calls me Scar now.

END OF FLASHBACK

A smile slowly crept onto my face.

"You were a horribly disiplined child." Michael laughed at me, heading back home.

"Hey!" I shoved him. "So were you. I'm sorry. So are you."

"You were stronger when you were six."

OKAY SO IM NOT EDITING THIS SORRY BUT IM LEGIT IN LOVE WITH MIKEY NOW. BECAUSE DO YOU SEE WHAT I DID THERE? I CRY