(Title has nothing to do with the chapter, just quoting Michael because it's chapter 69.)
I lay my head in Michael's lap and smear my body across the floor until I'm comfortable. Michael slides down and slouches against the foot of the couch. After a while, he mumbles "Good night, Gavin" and falls asleep. I look at him for a couple seconds before falling asleep, too.
I wake up in the later in the night, uncomfortable and in pain. After looking to the couch, I see that Geoff has fallen asleep, and Griffon's on the love seat, sound asleep as well. My leg is still in pain, and I massage the wound. It hardly affects it at all but, if anything, it only hurts more. Not being able to fall asleep, I stop and look at the ring on my finger. I didn't really look at it before; I was preoccupied with celebration. It had a smooth, silver band lined with five diamonds on the top. On the bottom side, it said "Gavin" in beautiful calligraphy. I pull the ring off and look more closely. After really looking, I barely spot some engraving on the inside of the band. It read: "My Boy" on one side and "Achievement Unlocked: Love of My Life" on the other.
I instantly swoon and cringe. Not the bad kind of cringing, though. The good kind, where you blush and internally squeal and explode with cuteness.
Michael Jones, Michael "Rage Quit" Jones, purchased this ring. Michael Jones picked it out and came up with the engraving. Michael Jones carried it around in his pocket, nervously waiting for the appropriate time to ask me to spend the rest of my life with him. Michael. Jones.
I've never been more in love with someone. I've never felt such a connection or bond, until I've got a ring on my finger that practically screams "Property of Michael. Touch him and I'll fucking cut you."
"Gavin?" Michael mumbles, after I accidentally wake him with my shuffling around.
"Oh," I slide the ring back on, "Sorry, boy."
"It's ok, Gav."
I attempt to fall back asleep, but end up tiredly examining my surroundings. I've moved, now, so that I'm laying on the carpet next to Michael, rather than on him. We're sharing a blanket, too, which I can't help but play with. Half-empty beer bottles litter the coffee table, along with a bottle opener and three phones; mine, Michael's, and Geoff's. Noticing a disregarded throw pillow that's ended up on the floor, I yank it under my head and cuddle into Michael's arms, slowly drifting to sleep.
(Sorry it's short but it's too cute.)
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Forever (Mavin)
Fanfiction*THIS IS THE FIRST STORY I WROTE AND IT STARTS OFF REALLLLLLYYYYY SHITTY BUT IT GETS BETTER I SWEAR* I (and probably a lot of other people) just see everyone at Achievement Hunter as Internet celebrities, and sometimes forget that they have their ow...
