𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 ||mj✔︎(REVAMPED)

Take care

Hayden~

I woke up the next morning and I sat up in the bed I was in. I scratched my head looking around the room with furrowed brows—but then I remembered I'm not in my own bedroom. I forgot I came to Michael's place to sleepover because my parents were being unfair. I dont know how long I'll stay here but I think Michael doesn't mind.

I looked down as I felt his arm still tightly wrapped around my waist and I smiled a little and gently lifted his arm up so I could get off the bed and go to the bathroom. I still have school this morning and it's way too early for this

He turns over mumbling something then falls back asleep.

I walk into the bathroom which smells like a mixture of coconut and aloe. Surprisingly he keeps it pretty clean, where as my brother who's a complete mess. I take off my pajamas and step into the shower and I turn the temperature to almost burning hot. I dont know why but I feel so relaxed when the water is very hot.

I glanced at the soap sitting right on top of the soap holder and I picked it up and sniffed it. "Mmm." I hummed to myself liking the smell and I decided to use it instead.

Once I was done, I turned the shower off and stepped out and I realized I didn't even think to bring a towel so I wrap his towel around myself as goosebumps form on my skin from the breeze of air present in the now humid bathroom

I tip toed to his room—I don't know why—and I closed the door behind me as I bent down a little to see if he's really sleeping or not. Knowing he's asleep, I'm confident enough to actually change while he's in the room. The bathroom's too foggy and humid anyway. If he was awake I would've screamed

I slip on some undergarments before putting on some black jeans with some rips, and a red sweatshirt as it's getting a little chilly outside in Philly. I looked back at him many times to make sure he isn't looking

Once I was done changing, I rummaged through the stuff on his table looking for some hairspray which I also forgot....

I know he does though. Those curls of his dont look glossy and moisturized for any reason now.

I spot some hairspray on the table and read it, making sure it's safe for my hair. I spray it and immediately my hair turns really curly and poofy and moisturized which I value the most on days like this and I smile and comb it out a little preventing it from becoming tangled

I look into my bag, checking if I at least brought some cream to top it all off and luckily I ended up bringing that at least. I hummed a song to myself as I did so, occasionally looking at Michael through the mirror as his hand hung off the bed and his legs sprawled out deep in his slumber

After i was done, I applied just a tad bit of mascara and some lipgloss and I walk out spraying perfume on myself before getting to the kitchen because I'm really hungry. Some days I skip breakfast but-

This boy better have food

I opened the fridge and scanned through it, trying to see if I'll find something I like and my eyes stopped on a couple of things that made me lick my lips

I take out some bacon and eggs. I decide to make Michael and I some bacon and eggs with some toast. Usually I eat like a poptart or something for breakfast on school days but today I feel generous

As I'm just finishing, I heard groggy footsteps approaching me and Michael emerged from the shadows of his dark apartment rubbing his tired eyes with a hand inside his shirt, scratching his stomach. He looked at me with squinted puffy eyes

"Good morning." I smile, frying the last of the eggs

"Mornin'...what's all this?" he asks in a raspy morning voice which I thought was cute and I looked back at him keeping my smile on my face as I showcased the breakfast I made. "Breakfast. I made some for you and I." I replied