My therapist. ~irwin~

10. Michael's kiss.

[+.+] <~ when a chapter is written about the past.

I watch how my mum leave, she has cared for me and made me go to the therapy for yhe last month. She doesnt fully trust me but she does for now.

Closing the door of my home, I climb the stairs going into my room. I sit on my bed grabbing the diary.

~12th January 2013~

House feel empty again without mum, hope she visits soon. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do, having the job you want at home is pretty useful but i feel as if I don't get out enough.

I spoke to Ashton about what as happened and why I'm here, I haven't told him the whole thing because I feel as if its stupid to be put in therapy to heal from it.

I feel like writting in this book is stupid but then again I feel like a lot of things I've done are stupid so this one is the least stupid.

Amelia.

...

I wake up to the noises of knocks on my front door and to my phone ringing. I groan getting up, grabbing my dressing gown I hurry down stairs to open the door. I stand surprised when I open the door. Michael smiles putting his phone in his black leather jacket and I move to let him in.

-''Did I wake you?'' he grins.

I nod Yawning. -''Danm right you did.'' I smack his shoulder playfully.

-''Sorry, I did call yesterday but you weren't answering but I came anyway.'' He smirks.

-''I noticed.'' I frown. -''What brought you up here anyway?'' I ask plopping down onto the couch.

He plops down next to me and leans on arm smiling at me. -''I missed having you around.'' He says.

-''Its only been two months.'' I snort.

-''Exactly.'' He smirks. -''Having your lovely personality around felt empty.'' He says, sarcasm clear in his voice.

-''Yeah yeah, want some coffee? Tea?'' I ask.

-''Yeah, and while that how about a bedroom to stay in for the weekend?'' He smiles.

I frown thinking. -''The weekend is over tomorrow.'' I look at him and walk into the kitchen.

-''Ah well I might as well stay until the next weekend to stay for the weekend.'' He smirks.

-''Alright then.'' I pour the hot water from the kettle into the mug. -''Anything else, Mr. Clifford?'' I ask hoping he got the sarcasm in my voice.

-''Actually yes.'' he grins. -''About a nice hot bath?'' he bats his eye lashes.

-''Feel free to everything, princess. except my room and my secret chocolate stash.'' I smile passing him his mug of tea. -''Biscuits?'' I offer.

-''no thanks.'' He smiles. -''The secret chocolate stash?'' He grins. -''Where?''

-''Your loss.'' I grab some cookies from the cupboard and sit at the small oak dinning table and shrug looking at him. -''Now, if I told you.'' I pause grabbing a cookie and dumking it in my tea. -''it wouldnt be a secret.'' I bit the cookie and smile.

-''You know I'll find it anyways.'' He laughs.

-''I dont think so but go ahead.'' I smirk.

...

-''The Conjuring." My eyes light up and I stare at Michael.

-"Hell no." He walks off to look at what other the are to watch.

I groan walking behind him. -"Mickyy." I grab onto his hand pulling him. -"Please." I pull the puppy eyes to try convince him.

-"Choose another one." He groans. Squeezing his hand hoping if I wait another minute he will give him.

-"Please." I bite my lip.

-"Ugh fine, only because I love you." He says sweetly.

I snort. -"Yeah right, you're dying to see this really." I poke his cheek and he pokes his tongue out.

-"Go get the popcorn before I change my mind." He grins.

-"If you love me, you wont." I bat my eyelashes.

He huffs turning around to buy the passes.

...

I burst into laughter when Michael hides his head in my neck when the woman falls down a whole making loud noises and screams. I feel his breathing quicken.

-"Can we go now?" He whispers.

-"Its not finished." I try move his head but he decides he will stay sniffing my neck.

I feel as if Michael started to nibble my neck gently and stop. I shake it off thinking he just be pinching me to get me to leave.

I sigh watching whats about to happen.
-"Michael you can watch now, nothing is going to happen." I mentally chuckle.

-"Sure?" He whispers.
I nod watching his reactions and his
face when he immediately sees that its not safe to look.

-"Why are you so mean?" He says leaning in my neck again.

-"You're just a pussy." I laugh.

-"Yeah, right.." He huffs.

The nibbling feeling comes back and Michael looks at me.

-"You must be extremely turned on or you cant feel on your neck." He looks at me.

-"Oh my god it is you, I thought I was going cray." I laugh.

-"Lia, lets go." He whines biting my neck gently.

-"Oh my god, Vampire. Calm your tits." I sigh. -"Its almost finish." I say.

-"Fine." He sits back in his seat. This isn't normal for him, sitting calmly in his seat while watching a horror movie.

He pokes the side of my stomach and I squirm slightly as I am extremely ticklish.

He gets closer and thats when he starts to tickling me. I burst into laughter making random people shush me but I dont.

-"Stop! Please." I try to move from my seat but he tightens his grip.

-"I'm sorry but you two need to leave." A young woman says.

-"What?" I ask when Michael stops.

-"There have been many complaints about you two." She says. -"You need to leave now." Many people shush her but I don't get up from my seat.

-"I paid to watch this so I will!" I protest.

-"If you don't leave, I'll call the police." She threats.

-"Come on, Lia." Michael gets up and pulls me along.

-"Not that the police can do anything!" I shout while the woman glared at me.

-"What the fuck, Lia?" Michael looks at me.

-"What? The bitch pissed me off." I shrug.
Michael sighs shaking his head pulling me along.

...

Michael waits behind me for the front door to open but I after having a few drinks I think I lost track of the time, what time is it even? Anyways focussing on getting the key in the key whole.

-"Here let me help." Michael puts his hand on my to fit the key in and I meet his gaze.

-"Got it." I smile looking into his pretty cute eyes that I haven't noticed.

Michael leans in, his lips brush mine and I feel a few butterflies. I step forward kissing him, his lips are soft and warm. Michael grabs me by the waist pulling me closer, I wrap my arms around his neck.

Brushing my hand through is dyed soft hair, I feel like I am in heaven as he lifts me off the ground opening the door and carrying me to my room.