Mitchie (ItsRitchieW X ItsMicoo) ⚠️DISCONTINUED⚠️

My sweet Dada~Bear (Act #4)

Is he...

Jealous?

Bam. Just like that, everything went black.

"M-Michael?"

"MICHAEL!!"

TEM SKIP :3

BRYAN'S POV

"Michael?" Ritchie called out to the very dizzy-looking Michael.

Suddenly, Michael passes out, "MICHAEL!!" Ritchie screams at him as he dashes behind him and holds his limp body in the air and runs away to some cabin I think..

Is it something I said?

I hope he's okay. I'll come by his cabin later and see if he's okay then give him some stuff... Yeah, that sounds like a good plan..

MICHAEL'S POV

As I wake up, I see myself in an unfamiliar room, I bolt up and feel the dizziness in my head of dashing up so fast carelessly after a long sleep, I inspect the room to get a hint of where I am, though at the corner of my eye I see someone sleeping. I look a bit closer and finally realize,

Am I in Ritchie's room? Oh, MY GODS, he looks adorable while sleeping! I should wake him up. WAIT- no, I can't! what am I thinking?! I should just-

I stare at Ritchie, then I break my own thoughts apart, including my constant looks at Ritchie,  and think,

Did I pass out?

A burst of memory flows in my head of what happened and a painful headache approaches me.

"Argh..." I groan as I flop back in bed, well, Ritchie's bed I mean. I instantly realize how loud my groan was and cover my mouth and slowly look at Ritchie, then shut my eyes.

OH GOD, OH GOD, OH GOD, I WOKE HIM UP, OH GOD. STUPID! STUPID ME! IT'S ALL BECAUSE OF THE PAIN IN THAT  STUPID HEADACHE I GOT! STUPID, STUPID ME! HOW DARE I WAKE HIM UP BECAUSE OF MY PATHETIC GROANS OF PAIN!?

I mentally slap myself over and over again, not realizing Ritchie staring at me.

Snickers appear behind me as it breaks me up with a fight with myself,

"Oh my gods, Michael. You're horrible at acting, AUSTIN is better than you."

I open my eyes, knowing he knows I'm awake. "Oh shut up, at least he's the SON of Apolo, THE GOD OF ACTING."

"I know but.." Ritchie bursts out laughing, "You looked like you were mentally beating yourself up for something." Ritchie stops laughing. He looks like he just realized something.

"Ritchie? Are you okay?" I question him.

Ritchie walks toward me and sits on the bed at my feet, "Michael, the question is, are YOU okay?" he looks at me with worry and fear in his eyes, like an orphan boy who just witnessed his mom and dad getting murdered.

"MICHAEL." He says louder, "What's wrong?"

I shrug. I can't tell him my feelings now. At least, not until I'm sure of them.

"MICHAEL LISTEN TO ME." I see a tear drop from his eyes as I look into them, my heart tears apart just seeing him trying to fight off every other tear that tried to escape like the last one.

"Please, Michael." He says soft and low, more tears dropping, "Please, just... Please tell me what's wrong.. I'm your best friend...

..Right?"

I-I can't.. That's the thing, I don't want us to be just 'Best Friends' I want us to be..

Suddenly, Ritchie falls down on the bed, crying his eyes out. I hug him tight while whispering words like, "Shhh, don't worry" and "I'm okay, I'm okay." as he shoves his face in my shirt. I feel my heart shatter into a million pieces while hearing Ritchie's muffled crying like that in my shirt..

(NO IT'S NOT CAUSE RITCHIE WAS RUINING HIS SHIRT, even if it might be Michael's new and favorite shirt which is probably ruined by now... IT'S CAUSE RITCHIE IS CRYING TTwTT )

"If I'm with you, I'll be fine," I finally say.

I hear Ritchie's crying slowly calm down, "Then... Promise me, Michael," He looked up into my eyes longingly, "Don't leave my side, ever.." Ritchie says.

I look into his beautiful blue eyes and insure him, "Of course I won't. Never in my entire life. No matter what."

"No matter what" I repeat constantly until we almost fall asleep I say in a low, hushed voice, "My sweet Dada~Bear."

 END ACT #4

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