Michael's POV
As I clambered into the hallway, Emily picked up the bags I was holding and went to take them into the kitchen.
"Wait!" I screeched
"What?"
"Please don't look inside them?"
"Why?" She asked.
"Because."
"Okayyyyyy..." She said a little confused.
I followed her into the kitchen, where she placed the bags on the table and left for me to unpack, as she left the room.
I took out this preferable things and put them into their correct places. I hid the things for tonight in a blue and white wicker basket, that hung above the work surface, next to the fridge. I made my way into the living room to find Emily slouching on the floor in front of the TV. She had her head cocked round the TV, looking like she was trying to fix something into it.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"I'm, trying... to set up... your PS...3", She managed to say, during little thrusts of pushing the lead into the TV without her head getting stuck.
"Why now?" I questioned.
"I'm sorry," she took her head out and turned to look at me, "did Michael Gordon Clifford really just question playing Mine craft?"
"Err yeah!" I responded, with her giving me a really surprised expression, "I don't wanna play Mine craft.. I wanna play Game Of Thrones!" I said walking towards her to check she had set it up right.
"Now that's the Michael I know!" She said with a somewhat relieved look on her face through giggles.
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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...
