Michael's POV
Yes! I thought to myself. Not in a mean way. But because I then had more time with Em and for her to have less of a chance for him to possibly break her heart.
I ran up the stairs and stormed into my room whilst me saying,
"So we can have pancakes n---?"
I came to a halt at my doorway to see Em slouched back on the edge of my bed probably not with her head on straight as she only had my t-shirt and her underwear on.
But I could only focus on her emotion in her face. I hated seeing her like this. She looked like she was about to cry but was being strong for me whilst pulling off a faint smile from the corner of her mouth. I walked over to her and sat beside her and rested my head on hers.
"Tell me what's on your mind." I said.
"Honestly... I just feel a bit rejected. I mean I know he's got all this swimsuit modelling stuff going on but ---"
"---But what?" I asked.
"----Nothing. But nothing. I'm just getting paranoid. It's fine." She let out another sigh. I knew she wasn't fine, but I decided to not ramble on about it. I rested my hand on her bare knee which made her flinch.
"Oh god!" She whined and buried her head into her hands, probably realising that she was half dressed in front of me.
"Don't worry." I smirked, standing up and walking out of the room. Stopping at the doorframe to say:
"C'mon. Get dressed and then we'll go get that pancake mix and then we'll go out somewhere. Your choice."
"Thanks Mikey! You really are the best!"
"I know." I said, pulling my classic smirk which I know she likes as I left her to finish up.
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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...
