End Up Here (Michael Clifford a.u.)

Chapter 13

"Michael, my parents are going to kill me!" I tell him. He shakes his head.

"No they won't! It looks great!" he replies.

"They're not gonna care how good it looks. They're going to murder me."

He spins me around, making me face the mirror in my bathroom. I let him convince me it was okay to break the rules and dye parts of my hair blue and purple. I dyed his for him and then he did strips throughout my hair.

He puts his chin on the top of my head. "You look great. If your parents don't like it, you can stay with me for a while."

"After I get grounded for a month," I reply. He frowns.

"Maybe they'll like it. Your mom might."

"I appreciate you trying to make me feel better about my death, but I'm going to be in so much trouble."

"But isn't that fun?" he asks. "Being rebellious and breaking the rules!"

I turn around and face him. "You like it when I do the opposite of what I'm told."

He smirks. "Of course I do. Why do you think I asked you to do this?"

"You're an ass," I tell him, hitting his shoulder.

"But you love it," he says.

"I do."

"Speaking of ass and loving it."

"Wha- Hey!" Michael grabs my ass with both hands and pulls me into him. He kisses me to prevent me from saying anything else.

Somehow no matter what, Michael manages to kiss me stupid. Every time we pull away I'm just in a trance. I'm in another world just remembering his lips on mine.

Right now his kisses are much sloppier than they usually are. He seems so lazy about it, but he laughs quietly as we both notice his hands are still on my ass and we're still standing in my tiny little bathroom.

"This is kinda different," he says, looking around my bathroom.

"You think?" I ask sarcastically.

"My goal is to kiss you in every weird place possible."

"The school bathroom?"

"I didn't say I wanted to die in the process."

I chuckle and kiss his lips quickly before exiting my bathroom and going into my room. He follows behind me and shuts the door. I fall down on my bed, pulling out my phone and sighing heavily. Michael crashes on top of me.

I groan. "Mikey, you're crushing me," I complain.

He lightly kisses my shoulder, sending chills down my spine. He nuzzles his face in the crook of my neck, cuddling me and never moving from his position.

I scroll through my phone for a while before deciding I'm bored. "We should get the others over here."

"Can't it just be me and you?" he whines.

"Why are you so clingy?" I ask with a laugh.

He rolls off of me and onto his back, running his fingers through his now blue hair and sighing.

"I just like being alone with you. That's all."

"Did you do something?"

"Why do you think that?"

"You get clingy when you've done something."

"I'm surprised you don't know," he says.

I sit up. "What are you talking about?"

"I may or may not have done something..." he says hesitantly.

"Just say it, Michael."

"How do you feel about going to a concert with me?"

"Are you serious?!"

"Yes," he says with a cute grin on his face.

"Who is it?"

"What shirt did I tell you I liked?"

He's got to be kidding. A 1975 concert?

I tackle him and cup his face in my hands. "You're lying!" I tell him.

"Nope," he says, still smiling. I squish his cheeks together, laughing at how adorable he looks.

"You're the best."

"I know."

I lean down and kiss him, moving over and somehow straddling him.

"We're lucky nobody's here," he says with a laugh, blinking slowly and smiling.

"I wouldn't care even if there was someone here."

He smirks, and his hands grab the back of my thighs. "You're such a bad girl."