An Undead Pair.(old and cringe.. I'm sorry for this.)

♡#87-Moving out.♡

Michael's POV

I woke up too Noah slamming our bedroom door.

I jumped up, startled by rhe sudden bang.

He looked at me.

"Sorry.. I forgot you was asleep."

"It's fine.."

I rubbed my eye's and lay back down.

I could feel him sit beside me on the bed.

He put his hand on my head and rubbed it a bit.

I hummed and looked at him.

He smiled slightly and looked at the ground, and retracted his hand from my head.

I sat up and stared at him.

"What are you thinking about?"

He sighed slightly and fell back onto the bed.

I sat on my knees and looked at him.

He put his hands over his eyes and sighed.

"Noah?"

"I don't want to be here anymore. I want to be alone, with you."

"We are alone though?"

"No, I meant alone in a house together."

"Oh. How are we-"

"I'll figure it out."

"Alright."

He looked at me, smiled, sat up, and kissed me.

I kissed him back.

Night Time

I was changing in mine and Noah's closet.

I was having trouble finding a shirt I wanted to wear though.

"God dammit. Noah!!"

"Yes?"

"I can't find any shirts to wear.."

He walked into the closet.

He looked infront of me.

"There's one right there."

I looked at it.

"I don't want to wear that!!"

He sighed.

We sat there for ten minutes finding a shirt I actually wanted to wear.

I put it on and hugged him.