Michael awoke to the smell of oranges. A head full of hair in his face. He looked down, Lennon. He had to quit falling asleep with her, because it made him want her even more when they woke up together. Lennon rolled over to face him, her eyes still closed. "Was last night just a dream?" She asked in a tired voice.
Michael sighed, remembering the events of the night before. "No doll, I'm sorry."
She sighed and opened her eyes looking into his identical green ones.
"What am I gonna do Mike? I really liked it here."
Michael ruffled her messy hair. "What do you wanna do?"
She snuggled into his chest. "Can we decide when I'm not sleepy?"
He blushed, trying to hide the fact that he loved her curled up next to him.
"Sure thing kiddo, get some sleep."
She opened her eyes again with a sleepy little smile, "Goodnight Mike."
He smiled and wrapped his arms around her. In minutes she was asleep again. He closed his eyes, trying to drift off but a faint buzzing made it impossible. He looked at his bedside table seeing Lennon's phone light up. He grabbed it and unlocked it. 100 missed calls, 78 text messages and about 40 voicemails . He opened the text app. They were mostly from Sam apologizing but there were a few from some people at the party who were volunteering to be witnesses if she wanted to press charges. Michael turned the phone off and rolled over snuggling into Lennon and falling asleep.
Jane stepped out of her car and pranced into the house, unlocking the front door. No one in the den. She went to Michael's door knocking lightly. No answer, that's odd. She thought to herself opening the door lightly. Lennon was curled into Michael holding him tightly as if she was afraid of something.
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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.
