the propinquity effect

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I waited silently for the kettle to boil while grabbing the edge of the countertop with my hands. Tapping my uncut nails to the marble top. Lexi was playing outside by herself since Michael and Michelle went to the hospital to check up on their mom. Our mom was busy organizing a special birthday bash for her friend and was in her office, meeting she said. We had no problems with that at all since we had been occupied with our own businesses, plus it would be kind of weird if she was at home. We had grown used to her not being there for us.

Meanwhile mom's boyfriend was out to the grocery store to buy us a carton of eggs, he was pretty mad when he saw the fridge was empty and he wanted his eggs. Suggesting buying sausage mcmuffin was a bad thing also because he almost blew. He had anger problems, we had no problem with that. Dave was a really nice guy and he would not be those kinds of dad that would beat their children.

The kettle finally let steam out of its little hole and I turned off the stove. Running a hand through my hair before realizing that it was in a ponytail and I had ruined it. Biting my bottom lip from frustration, I cursed lightly and took off the tie. My hair fell behind me, I should probably cut it because it had grown too long for my taste and Mom would not want to see me running around with messy hair.

"Your little boyfriend is here." Dave walked into the house through the back door. Setting the carton of eggs on one of the counters as I almost dropped the hot kettle. Rolling my eyes at him and then pouring the hot water in two mugs, the stripes one was mine and the plain one was Dave's. "What's his name? Mik- Mika? Mitchell?"

"Dave, it's Michael." I corrected him as I put a teabag in my cup and one in his cup. Dave chuckled at me correcting him and then ruffled my hair. It went to every directions as I slapped his arm playfully. Dave shook his head as he took his cup and sipped, not putting even a teaspoon of sugar inside.

"He has a weird hair-color. What kind of teen boy colors his hair red and black?" Dave questioned, furrowing his eyebrows together and sipping his tea. Michael had changed his hair color again, which made me sort of furious because his old one was better. I begged him to color it just black, I saw it once and he looked hotter than usual.

"He's inspired by the red power ranger, you're not mad?" It was weird, talking about boys with my soon-to-be step dad because he obviously did not know the struggles. Taking my mug and sipping it, then forgetting the fact I had not put sugar inside it. Raising my eyebrow at him as he locked his gaze with mine and he shook his head.

"No, at least you're not like my biological daughter. She takes home different boys everyday and it's kind of traumatizing." Dave told me while patting my head. Setting some strands of hair to their respective place and he put down his mug. "I'll go talk to him."

Before I knew it, he had put his empty mug into the sink and then running away. I did not have any problems with him talking with Michael. If Michael and I were going to stay together forever then it would be best for my soon-to-be step dad to talk to him and give us our blessings. Turning around to put my mug into the sink I sighed lightly.

Was I really thinking about our future like we had a clue? What if one day I would be losing him? That would be kind of shameful and I did not know if I could live in a world without having him by my side. Like what Isaac said in TFiOS, that he did not want to look at a world without Augustus Waters or something like that. My obsession towards the book had decreased because I had found a Gus Waters on my own. A love story on my own.

I walked towards the living room where I could hear Dave and Michael talking. Thinking if I should barge in and ask them what they were talking about would be sort of creepy so I decided to just take a few steps back and, of course, had to stub my hip to the piano. I let out a groan and fell to the floor, clutching my poor hip that I stubbed at Michael's bed a night before.

Michael and Dave obviously figured out it was me stubbing my sensitive body part to the piano. I could hear shuffling and the couch moving before footsteps walking towards me and I stood up. Still clutching my poor hip and trying to not scream my head off.

"Shi- shoot, you okay?" Michael put his arm around my waist and caught me before I fell into another painful full of groaning and onto the floor. Dave patted my head a couple of times before Michael took me upstairs and into my room. Kicking the door open with his foot as he set me on the plush bed.

My hip made in contact with the mattress first and I could not help but bite the inner of my cheek if I did not want to groan anymore. It was really painful I could feel myself nearing to tears. I knew a bruise had formed on it even before I stubbed the piano.

I raised my T-Shirt and looked at my hip. It had a dark purple bruise that looked like I was attacked by a bear when in reality I just stubbed it on the edge of something twice and it made me feel sort of sad. Michael climbed on the bed and on top of me, the only things that made him didn't fall onto me was his elbows.

"What if I kiss your hip to relieve the pain?" He asked with a cocky smirk plastered on his face. I rolled my eyes at him before wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him down. His lips made in contact with mine in no time as his hand moved to the exposed skin on my hip, rubbing the bruise softly, afraid that it would hurt me.

My arms moved down, to the hem of his shirt as I pulled it upwards. It settled on the top of his stomach for a while because we didn't want to break the kiss. His chest rose and fell, his heartbeat could be heard as it accelerated fast. His hands move below my T-Shirt and he drew circles on my back.

"Alexa, here's something that your mom said could relie- oh my god, I'm sorry." Dave walked in a few moments and probably saw what Michael and I were doing. He closed his eyes but didn't walk out as he stayed put. "Lock the door! I'm not going to tell your mom. But Michael, use protection because I don't want to see little Alexa walking around."

After he said that, he put band aids on the dresser and walked out silently. Closing the door behind him as I could hear him cursing in French outside. Michael was still on top of me and I wasn't complaining, who knew what would happen if Dave didn't walk in on us?

"That was awkward." Michael rolled to my side as he put his arms on his stomach. I couldn't help but let out a small chuckle as I nodded.

"If Dave didn't catch us, what would we be doing right now?" I asked him, turning my face a bit so I could look at the side of his face. Michael took in an amount of breath before wrapping his arms around my waist and nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck. "Oh, let me guess. Does it include a penis and a vagina?"

"Yes," he breathed out in my neck. Giving me tingly feelings all over my body and a shiver running down my spine. All I could do was chuckle and shook my head at his behavior.

"You're such a pervert I swe-"

"Will you let me do it though?" Michael asked as he looked at me straight in the eyes. I pursed my lips and smirked, knowing that I could be a tease to him for a moment or two.

"Let you do what?" I questioned, leaning in and kissing him on the lips for a few seconds. He pushed my hips down and climbed on top of me, still maintaining eye contact as I giggled.

"Let me penetrate you with my love." He stated, almost dramatically as he opened his arms. I couldn't help but let out a big laugh because his weight was tickling my stomach and how foolish he looked saying that. All I could do was shrug and raise my eyebrow.

"I don't know, why don't you find out?" I put my hands on the back of his neck and pulled him closer. Our lips finally meeting each other's.

"Maybe I will." He said in between kisses.

"Maybe you should." I said as he started to move down to my jawline. Kissing all the skin there was to kiss. His hands on my hips as I could hear my front door opening.

"Alexa! I'm home," that was obviously my mom's voice and I shoved Michael away from me. He fell to the floor with a loud thud as he rubbed his shoulder from the impact.

"Can your parent and your soon to be parent stop being cock blockers?" I could hear Michael mutter that question under his breath as I walked out of my room. Laughing uncontrollably at his sexual frustration.

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hi hello hey guys. i'm alive yes. sorry for the weird ass update. i haven't updated in 84 years. sorry! but hey they almost had sex.