𝙃𝙊𝙇𝙄𝘿𝘼𝙔 - cnco

nineteen

𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎

I follow him to the kitchen.

I can tell he's ignoring me, the asshole.
He stops in front of the fridge and huffs.
"What is it?"
"What's got your underwear in a twist?"
"My underwear is perfectly fine, thank you"

Oh I bet-
Michelle DeLuca, get your head out of the gutter.

"Okay so then what's up with you? You're not acting normal"
"Normal?" he scoffs "You've known me for. what, a few weeks?"
"Yeah" Fair point.
"But, seriously, can you stop acting up like that?" Yes, I'm aware of the bitchiness of my tone.
"Could you stop driving me insane?" He growls.

My mouth snaps shut.
What did he just say?
"Huh?"
"Nothing"
"Christopher"
He turns around.

"What did you say?"
"You drive me crazy, okay? You run through my mind every night. And I cannot get you out of my fucking head. Is that what you wanted to hear?" He says and doesn't wait for my reply, walking away.

I run up to him grabbing his wrist.
"Don't walk away"
He snatches his wrist away "Dont tell me what to do"

We stare at each other silently.

Then as if we're pushed together we both lean forward.

My hands in his hair, his on my waist.

Our lips lock, fighting, heated and strong.

My legs are somehow around his waist and I feel myself carried up the stairs.

A thought runs through my head.

This might just be a one time thing but I definitely don't want it to be.

A/N : don't tell me yall thought i was gonna do smut? the clownery 🤡
shitty angst ik ik but i tried 🤷‍♀️