Lennon woke up to a snoring Michael embracing her.
When did that happen?
Oh.. Last night, the nightmare him climbing into bed with her.
This isn't right.
He shouldn't be in bed with her.
He's twenty eight and she's sixteen.
Love is love though.
Right?
Sam.
She had Sam now.
And Michael had Jane.
Lennon rolled her eyes and walked to the shower.
Michael opened his eyes with a yawn.
He had slept with Lennon last night!
He smiled and looked to his left, where was she?
He heard the shower running and smiled to himself.
He walked to the kitchen deciding to make her breakfast.
Michael was halfway done with the waffles when he heard a small knock on the door and moments later Jane appeared.
"Oh Jane, what are you doing here?"
She walked up to him smirking.
"What are you talking about silly? I want more of what happened last night."
She said nuzzling his nose and rubbing herself against him.
Lennon walked into the kitchen.
Jane was rubbing herself all over Michael.
Michael looked at her.
"Len."
"Save it I'm going to Taylor's."
"Len, please stay."
Jane rolled her eyes,
"Let her go."
Lennon grabbed her keys and slammed the front door, stomping off to her car and pulling out of the driveway.
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The Guardian
RandomLennon Stacey and Michael Clifford are best friends. He's always been there for her and she has a more than obvious crush on him. Then, a tragedy happens.
