Michael's POV
She laid in my arms half asleep from watching a marathon of sad movies. Popcorn was everywhere from out previous food fight. Her head was against my chest and my head rested on hers. Blankets were draped over us,with half of it practically on the floor. From my head towering over hers, I could just about see her half opened puffy red eyes, probably from crying. I slowly turned my head to look at the clock:
3:14am
"Em." I whispered loudly above her head.
"Hm?" She said half-yawning, stretching out her arms and legs.
"It's 3.14 in the morning." I said. "Do you wanna stay over again?"
Before you ask. No. We are not a thing. We're best friends and always have been. She slept over last night from going out to her friends birthday and ended up getting a bit hungover this morning.
"Err yeah. Is that ok?."
"Of course!" I replied. "Do you wanna sleep in my room or shall I?"
"No. Just stay here like this." She demanded tugging my shirt like I was going to leave.
"Okay." I sighed. It wasn't that I didn't like it. I actually really liked spending time with Em. But since she got this stupid swimsuit model of a boyfriend, I can just tell he's trouble. And I dunno. I'm just a bit worried that I'm liking spending time with Emily a bit too much. But I can never tell her. She would never feel the same about me.
With that we both fell asleep with Marley and Me playing quietly being the only dim light in the room.
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Out Of My Limit | Michael Clifford
RandomMichael and Emily have always been best friends since they were little. Michael's 2years older then Emily and both had their relationships with others which they didn't mind because they were only friends. But when Emily turns 16 and gets a new boyf...
