"Stop moving."
"You stop moving."
"I said stop!"
"I said stop."
"I said it first."
"I said it second."
"Why you!" Michael sighed, watching his older brother, Thomas, argue with (Name).
What were they arguing over exactly? Well, they were arguing over being tangled in a mess of tight, painful strings.
Why strings? Thomas' puppets.
Why were they tangled in strings in the first place? Thomas invited (Name) over to help him with attaching the strings to the puppets. Since they are best friends, after all.
"Michael, can you just get scissors? I feel highly uncomfortable pressed up against your brother in a tight grip." Michael nodded, standing up and running off to get scissors. Even from the other side of the house, Michael could hear Thomas yelling at (Name). It's normal though, they usually get into arguments easily.
"Thank god Dad and Chris aren't home..." Michael murmured to himself, as he walked back to Thomas' room with the scissors. He wouldn't dare run with yhem.. Thomas did it once, and cut his entire left sleeve open and grazed his skin because he tripped. Michael shook his head and walked back into Thomas' room, finding the older male having a staring contest with (Name).
"Ehem." Michael cleared his throat, catching their attention, he lifted the scissors and Thomas started to grumble about having to get new string, and (Name) just leaned her head back, rolling her eyes. Michael sighed and stepped forward, carefully snipping a few strings before it all unraveled, causing the two older teens to fall onto the floor.
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"Say, Michael, are you gay?" (Name) questions the younger Arclight as Thomas' left the room for something. Michael blushed a faint hue, looking up at (Name) in embarrassment.
"N-No! .....y-yes?" Michael sputters, confused with himself. (Name) gives a soft smile and opens her arms, motioning for Michael to come to her.
"C'mere, cutie. Momma's got your back." Michael blushes even more, sets down the strings he was untangling and crawls into (Name)'s arms, hugging the female in embarrassment. (Name) chuckles, wraps her arms around the younger teenager and rocks him side to side as he buries his face in her chest, face darkening.
The two sat like that for awhile and Michael shifted his head to the side to breath a bit more and closed his eyes, relaxed in the older female's hold. He eventually fell asleep and (Name) hummed lightly, waiting patiently for her best friend to hurry the hell up with whatever he was doing. Of course, when he comes back she's not going to let Michael go.
Nuh-uh, her precious little baby? Not a chance.
Not even if her baby hates her, she'll never let go.
((I haven't updated this in like, three or four months? I don't know, but here's a super short little thing for the precious strawberry Michael.))
