( OKAY SO JUST A WARNING THIS ISN'T EDITED SO SORRY IF THERE ARE TYPOS I AM JUST WAYYY TOO TIRED ATM. SORRY IF IT'S BORING AND SORRY FOR THE CLIFFHANGER ILY )
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“It’s so odd,” She muttered out of the blue, her thin fingers running across his bare chest, making soft little patterns. They lay with each other on his jade-green bedspread, purely just in their undergarments for the first time but surprisingly, neither of them minded at all; especially Michael. They had spent quite some time kissing earlier, so much that Michael could still faintly taste the cherry chapstick on his lips; a taste that had so quickly become his favourite. Michael chuckled softly, knowing that she didn’t intend on speaking but was still intrigued as to what she was talking about.
“What’s odd?” He replied smiling, turning over on his side and propping himself up with one elbow so he was now facing her. Her face fascinated him – not in a way that she was odd, but in the way that he found himself just looking at her in awe as a result of her beauty – the way her eyes were so large, seeming almost doll-like or how prominent and high her cheek bones were, she was so delicate and fragile, but yet managed to have a sense of. She looked like something out of a magazine; something he would never have imagined at this very moment, would be lying so close.
“How close we’ve become, but also how long it’s taken for us to be like… well, this,” She motioned to her lack of clothes, and probably to how they had been tenderly necking each other some ten minutes ago. Michael thought about what she had said for a moment or two while using his hands, gesturing for her to move closer, which she accepted almost immediately. Did that mean she had wanted this to happen earlier? He questioned to himself, his thoughts wandering back to if there was a time where she had hinted anything of the sort. He rubbed circles with his thumb into the exposed skin of her hipbone, the action not only calming him but her as well.
“To be honest, I didn’t even think you would kiss back.” A sly smile played over his features. “Which I’m very happy about, by the way,” he added cheekily, which caused a laugh to escape Violet’s lips, he sounded much like a little twelve year old boy, giddy about his first kiss; although she knew she wasn’t his first. She suddenly felt a little embarrassed, after all, this was the first time she had ever been so, exposed, in front of a boy. Her eyes flickered from her stomach to her thighs; she cringed, her mind quickly changing its status from collected and calm to a million thoughts speedily racing around in her little head. She detested when she did this to herself. It was peculiar though, because ever since she had started to grow closer to Michael, she felt a little happier and her anxiety had begun to subside, but now it decided to pop its unwanted nose in her business; unfortunately for Violet, she never seemed to win against anxiety and that frightened her a little, especially at the moment.
After a minute or two, Michael knew something wasn’t quite right with Violet. Her stunned silence made him uncomfortable and a little sad. He didn’t quite know what to do, he thought about speaking, but soon cut himself off since the last he said resulted in silence. Comfort her? A small voice whispered, in what sounded like his ear, but obviously was all in his head. He questioned, however he was absolutely rubbish at comforting people, at least that’s what he thought.
Michael grasped her dainty hand, which felt awfully frozen against his rather warm one. He gently kissed each and every one of her knuckles softly, making her smile softly, her porcelain eyes finally focussing on him for the first time since she last had.
“I know it’s taken me a while to say this, but, you’re really special to me Vi.” His words were kind and the way he had said them sounded so beautiful and sincere, it made Violet want to cry and embrace him all night, which yes, technically was what they did every night.
“You’re more special, you know that?” She asked, pressing a short kiss to his cheek to which he shook his head lightly but she ignored. Her eyelids began getting heavy as his arms went to her waist, rubbing up and down her back soothingly.
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The horrid sound of something vibrating way too loudly woke up the girl, startling her from, what was a peaceful sleep. A loud groaning sound escaped her lips as she reached over to the nightstand before seizing the loud gremlin, which surprisingly, happened to be Michael’s phone. After a few blinding seconds, her eyes adjusted to the rather bright lighting, her eyebrows shifted together in confusion as she read the title of the alarm,
“IT’S NEARLY 2:00AM WAKE UP SHES WAITING “
And then it hit her harder than a lost reindeer out in the middle of a hectic highway, it had all been a lie.
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2:00 am ➸ clifford au
Fanfiction: where two neighbours find themselves restless at the same time, 2:00 am.
