"When you hear the sound of thunder, dont you get too scared. Just grab your thunder buddy, and say these magic words: Fuck you, Thunder. You can suck my dick. You cant get me, Thunder, because youre just Gods farts."
Michael had called me at three in the goddamn morning because he needed his "thunder buddy" so I walked 2 blocks in a fucking thunderstorm for this little shit.
"Rosee"
"What"
"Are you mad at me for making you come over"
"No I can't be mad at my little mikey"
"Your little mikey?"
"Yes I feel like I'm babysitting you're scared of a little thunder"
I look over at Michael who's now pouting like a three year old.
"I'm sorry you feel that way" he says with a tired giggle damn why dose he do that he makes me wanna smash my face into his.
"UGHHHH I'm still fucking cold"
"Why"
"Cause I had to walk in the FUCKING rain"
"Come here"
"Why"
"Just come"
I crawl over to Michael's side of the couch.
"I'm here what do."
Before I could finish my sentence he pulled me onto his chest and wrapped his arms around my waist.
"Warmer?"
"Uh...Yeah"
I just lay there with my head on his chest watching the rain hit the window, listening to his heart beat faster every time lightning would strike. I look up to see Michael was staring at me. god his eyes are so beautiful.
"What are you staring at clifford?"
"Can I do something"
"..sure"
I watched his eyes as he unwrapped his arms from my waist and put his hands on each side of my face. I felt like I was being mentally electrocuted.
He just stared into my eyes biting his lips. He looks down and smiles as he pushes the hair back out of my face. he starts leading in closer our foreheads touching.
All of a sudden the door bursted open and Ashton's standing there with a grin on his face.
"What are you guys doing?"
"Nothing" Michael says as he pulls me off his chest. God damn it ashton.