My first- A Michael Clifford Fan Fiction

Chapter 22

I sun shone brightly through the large window onto the bed. I fluttered my eyes open, completely entangled with Michael and sheets. I tried to sit up, but Michael tightened his grip on my waist.

"Five more minutes." He mumbled sleepily and buried his head in my neck. Soon soft snored were escaping from his parted mouth once again. I ran my fingers through his hair as he slept on my chest. I breathed deeply and smiled at Michael's slightly burnt cheeks. He looked the most innocent when he slept, like he had never experienced a tragic moment in his life. I wanted him to stay like this for as long as possible.

I must have dozed off again, because a while later I felt a trail of kisses being planted on my neck, ending just below my jaw. I opened my eyes to Michael hovering over me.

"Get up,babe." He whispered before planting one last kiss on my lips. I pulled him closer before he could break contact, and I deepened our kiss. My hands traveled down to the waist of his shorts and entered slowly.

"Stop because if you start that I'll have no choice but to finish, and we don't have time to do that." He snatched my hand and pinned it on the bed.

"Why not?" I squirmed beneath him.

"We are going to lunch with my parents." His eyes filled with a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

"Michael, are you serious?" I sat up and planted my feet on the ground.

"Uhh yeah...." He scratched the back of his head in confusion.

"I didn't think you would want me to meet them. Don't get me wrong, I really want to meet them. Do they know I'm coming? What if they don't like me?" Michael shut me up by kissing my lips softly and placing his hands in mine.

"They'll love you, trust me." He wrapped his arms around me tightly and rested his chin on top of my head.
I immediately ran to my suitcase in the closet and searched for something to wear. I decided on a simple white sundress and curled my extremely tangled hair. By the time I was finished, Michael was in the living room yelling for me. I found him by the door, wearing a hat on backwards and black jeans, of course. I tried to let the fact that he looked hot distract me from how nervous I was. I don't remember the car ride over, all I can recall in standing in front of the massive oak door as Michael rang the door bell. My nerves took over, and my hands shook at my sides. The door opened, revealing a beautiful blonde woman with a bright welcoming smile. She immediately brought me into her embrace and I was somewhat relieved.

"You must be Heather! I'm Karen." She smiled wide and placed her hand on my back, leading me to the dining room.

"Thanks for having us." I smiled and sat in the chair Michael pulled out for me at the dinner table.

"Where's dad?" Michael asked while kissing him mom on the cheek.

"Business call. He'll be right out." Karen disappeared into the other room and I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding. Michael placed his hand on my thigh, and squeezed it reassuringly.

"Before I forget to tell you, you look beautiful." My heart fluttered a bit more than usual and I was overcome by the feeling that seemed to overwhelm me recently. I wanted to believe it was love, but I'd never experienced it before. I was beyond scared to say it first, and there was no telling if Michael felt the same way.

Michael's father entered, followed by his mother. It was easy to tell where Michael got his looks from. He had his mother's eyes, but he was a spitting image of his father. I stood up to great him, but I somehow managed to knock over the red wine glass positioned on the table. It stained my white dress, but thankfully not Karen's tablecloth.

Michael's mother gasped and looped her arm in mine.

"I'll show you where the bathroom is." I sighed, frustrated at how quick I embarrassed myself.

"I'm really sorry." I shook my head.

"It's not big deal honestly." She flicked stray hair off of her shoulder.

"This gives us a sec to talk alone anyway." She winked at me, easing my worries.

"You're different than the other girls Michael has been with. Actually, he never really "brought" a girl home. Girls kinda just showed up. I can tell by the way he looks at you that he really likes you." She nudged me and lead me into the bathroom outside of the kitchen.

"Really? What were the other girls like?" I had always been jealous of the thought of Michael with other girls, but my heart swelled at the thought of being his first is some way.

"None were as pretty, or had enough clothes on." She giggles lightly and handed me a washcloth.

"I'll be in the dining room if you need anything." She flashed me a brilliantly white smile and closed the bathroom door. Whatever she gave me worked magnificently. The red stain was barely noticeable. I stared at the mirror, gaining confidence to return. I swung open the door and walked down the hall, but found myself in the kitchen instead of the dining room. The house was huge and the hallways looked the same. Right before I left to find Michael, I heard voices. I realized that the dining room was connected to the kitchen.

I pressed my back to the wall and tried to pick up on the conversation.

"She's really cute Michael, I'm proud of you!" Michael's mom squealed. I could perfectly picture his rolling his eyes.

"Really son, that's the kind of girl you need. Careful though, girls like those are the ones you marry." Michael's father's voice carried into the kitchen.

"I'm so glad you guys like her...because...I umm...I think I love her. I just don't know how to tell her." Michael barely spoke loud enough for me to hear. My heart started beating rapidly in my chest and I couldn't control my breathing. He felt the same way as I did. I love Michael, and for some happening of fate, he loved me too.

I no longer payed attention to what they were saying, all I could hear was the beating of my heart in my ears. I wiped my hands on my dress and entered the room.

Dinner was perfect, his parents were perfect, and Michael was perfect. I placed my hand on his thigh and rubbed up and down slowly. My hand reached higher and higher each time, until he gripped my hand and gave me a glare to warn me. Ever since hearing those words leave his perfect pink lips, all I wanted was my skin on his. He seemed to get the same feeling, because he excused us from lunch appropriately . I hugged his parents and promised them that I would be back.

When we reached his car, Michael turned to me lustfully. He grasped my arms and jerked me into his lap. Our mouths found their way together again, but this time we didn't waste time teasing each other. It was like we couldn't get enough fast enough. He slid my dress up and traced patterns into my thigh.

"We can't do this here. We have to go back." He lifted me from his lap and set me back down in the passenger seat. I knew eventually that we would reach this point, but I didn't expect Michael to freak out.

"Babe it doesn't have to be all planned out. It's perfect wherever as long as I'm with you." He shook his head and sped down the road.

"No this is your first time, it has to be special." He turned to me with caring, sensitive eyes that grew dark as his eyes traveled down my body. He licked his lips and tried to focus on driving. I loved the way that I affected him, and I'm positive he loves the way he made me squirm.