Colors//m.c

Twenty Three

*if there's ever a typo in my story,  please tell me lol

    The beeping sound of the microwave sounds, reminding me of the buttery snack cooking in Michael's microwave. I instantly flung open the microwave door, and grabbed at the bag, only to be startled by a burning sensation.

"Shit!" The swear leaves my mouth, as I cradle my burned hand.

"What happened?" Michael asks as he strolls into the kitchen, towel drying his hair, which he had washed fast.

"I burned myself on the popcorn.",

Michael doesn't seem surprised, and bursts out laughing, and my face goes red as I mumble "leave me alone,".

Michael drapes his towel over his shoulders, and grabs the popcorn, successfully not burning himself. He shoots me a smug look.

It was late. We had already gotten coffee at the coffee place, the two of us sitting at a large booth, and despite the multitude of seats sat next to each other, talking about anything and everything. Michael always made me feel like I could tell him anything, but no matter how I felt, I couldn't tell him everything about me. I hated being vulnerable like that.

Ten minutes later, we were laying on the floor of his room, minutes into Aladdin, but we weren't really watching. Just talking.

I stuffed a handful of greasy popcorn into my mouth, listening to Michael intently.

"So some kids from school were planning on having a bonfire. So I wanted you to go with me? I'm sure you already heard of it though."

I hadn't heard of it.

"I mean, if you don't want to come, I under-"

"Michael, of course I'll come. When is it?" I interrupt.

"Friday night."

A little later, I was exhausted and asked Michael where I should sleep.

"I actually don't know..."

"I'll just sleep on the floor?" I suggest, watching as he gathers our snacks.

"Sure." He shrugs.

I didn't exactly expect him to agree. Aren't guys supposed to offer you their beds? But I didn't mind.

Michael came back from the kitchen, and pulls a large blanket out from under his bed, and spreads it out. He then commands I lay down, and proceeds in layering another blanket over me, and throws a pillow on my face.

"Thank you." I mumble, and try to resist the urge to laugh.

"No problem." I feel movements beside me, and throw the pillow off of me, only to see Michael laying down beside me.

"What are you doing?"

"Uh... Sleeping?"

"I thought you were sleeping on your bed."

"I never said that."

And with that, after mumbling "goodnight" to eachother, I inch closer to Michael, and we fall asleep with Aladdin playing softly in the background.

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  I awoke to the smell of something burning, and the sound of Michael screaming.

"Shit! Holy shit! Where the hell is the fire thingy?"

I had no idea what was going on with Michael, but ignore it, and snuggle into the soft blankets, desperately trying to fall back asleep.

I drifted in and out of sleep, awaking next to a face a few inches away from mine. I roll over, a scream escaping my lips.

"I just made you pancakes!"  The figure (who turns out to be Michael) screams.

"Oh." I sit up instantly, peering curiously at the plate hes holding. "But they are black."

"Okay, so I tried to make you pancakes. I thought it was romantic."

"Its alright, Michael!" I laugh, smiling widely at Michael. The fact that he thought something was romantic was oddly cute to me.

"But you must be hungry, right? There's cold pizza?"

"Pizza it is."

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IM CRINGING THIS IS SO SHORT AND BAD

the next chapter will be so much better though oo drama (sort of?)

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