catfish // mgc

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/// fuCK look at my sweet baby boy my heart is going to explode ///

"Wait, what?"

"Get out."

"Why? Are you mad at me?"

"Just-"

"Look, I'm sorry, okay? I didn't think it'd be that big of a de-"

"Michael, shut up." I rolled my eyes and got out of the car, leaving the door open. I stood in front of the car as Michael stared at me with his jaw slack, till he scrambled to unbuckle his seat belt and clamber out of the car after me.

I stared up at the sky, letting the rain – that was now just a light mist – fall on my face. Making my vision blur, I stared at the little droplets that rested on the lens' of my glasses, before pulling them off and wiping them off on the hem of my sweater.

Michael stood nervously beside me. I leaned against the hood and closed my eyes. I took a deep breathe, letting my muscles relax as I inhaled the smell of the rain.

"One time when I was in fourth grade, I had this crush on this boy; Ronnie. He had these big, baby blue eyes that I always would get lost in every time he'd look at me. I always felt like I was drowning every time I saw him," I smiled, remembering the boy clearly. Michael shifted his weight onto his right foot and I continued.

"Ever since I met him, blue eyes had been my favorite. It would be the first thing I'd look for in a guy. He had to have blue eyes because I got so addicted to the feeling his eyes would give me, y'know?"

Michael remained silent, staring up at the sky.

"I felt invisible for a long time. Even before I met Dylan, I didn't know who I was. I got to a point where I didn't care who I was. I was just a floating blob of muscle and bones, doing absolutely nothing for the world."

"Mae..."

"Let me finish," I said, giving him a small smile. "Have you ever watched Modern Family?"

"What?" He asked, his eyebrows knitted together. I chuckled.

"It's a TV show. We can watch it together some time, I think you'd like it. But there's this thing one of the characters said one time, and it's made me think a lot."

"What is it?" He asked softly. I inhaled, breathing in the smell of the rain one more time before speaking again.

"'There are dreamers, and there are realists in this world. You'd think the dreamers would find the dreamers and the realists would find the realists, but more often than not, the opposite is true. You see, the dreamers need the realists to keep them from soaring too close to the sun, and the realists? Well, without the dreamers, they might not ever get off the ground.'"

Michael hummed, nodding his head slowly.

"My point is," I continued, turning to look at him. "I'm a realist. And you're my dreamer."

Michael's cheeks turned pink and a huge grin spread out across his face. He engulfed me in his arms, squeezing me in a bear hug. I giggled, wrapping my arms around his neck as he swayed us from side to side. He buried his face into the crook of my neck, causing goose bumps to rise from his breath.

I pulled away and cupped his cheek in the palm of my hand, and he leaned into it, his eyes fluttering closed. I took in his dark lashes that splayed onto his cheeks, his messy, but still perfect eyebrows, his creamy skin, his pink lips that held a small smirk.

"You aren't just someone I love, Michael. You're my best friend, and you bring out the best in me. When I look at you I just- I feel so full. I get this overwhelming feeling of love and happiness and I really don't know what to do with it all. I just want to constantly tell you how much I love you and make you feel loved. Everything is just better when you're around. You keep me sane. You make me feel pretty. You make me feel important, like I belong. You're my home, and I don't want to be homeless anymore."

I rubbed my thumb across Michael's cheek softly as he looked down at me in adoration.

"No one's ever said that to me before," he murmured, and I grinned at him.

"Well I certainly hope not," I laughed, removing my hand from his face. Michael smiled at me before taking my face in his hands and planting a kiss right on my lips.

Our lips move in sync and I found myself melting into him. He smiled under the kiss and I couldn't stop the butterflies from erupting in my stomach. He pulled away, but only to place his forehead against mine.

"Green," I breathed. His eyes opened, and he cocked his head to the side slightly.

"Green?"

"Green is my favorite eye color now."

"Is it?" Michael gave me a sly look, including a lop sided grin, and I rolled my eyes.

"Don't ruin it," I groaned, shoving him and he chuckled.

"So wait," he said, crossing his arms over his chest. "You made me get out of the car just for that?"

"Hey man I needed to concentrate!" I defended, crossing my arms over my chest as well. Michael raised an eyebrow at me.

"Okay fine, there was more to it," I admitted, smirking at him.

"Which is...?"

"I'm gonna teach you how to drive."

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(a/n)

I get sappy over my own writing how sad is that

loling at everyone who was like "WHAT IS HAPPENING WHY IS SHE KICKING HIM OUT OF THE CAR WHY IS SHE MAD" and loling at everyone who assumed this chapter was going to be smut

alright so, this needs to be said. please, please, if you want to translate my book, i'm all for it. just let me know, but PLEASE post more than one chapter. please. i get so many people wanting to translate in the same language, and i always say yes cause the other person has only posted one chapter. get what i'm saying? are you picking up what i'm putting down?

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