Count Me In

Winter

The party had been a success. Everyone loved the music we played for them. They loved the food. And we all had fun.

After the party, I dragged Michael into my room. "That was beautiful Michael. I didn't know you guys wrote us a song."

"First, the song wasn't as beautiful as you. And second, that was the plan. You guys weren't supposed to know. It's called a surprise. Ever heard of it?"

"Yes," I chuckle, "I have heard of it. Thank you very much." I say the rest sarcastically.

Michael pulls me close, wraps his arms around my waist, and pecks my nose.

"Dude, really what is up with you and my nose?" He shrugs.

"I like your nose. It's cute. Like you."

I roll my eyes. "It is me."

"Exactly."

I playfully roll my eyes.

"I really really like you Michael."

"And I really really really like you Winter."

"Ooh, jumping ahead are we?" I chuckle.

"I guess so."

He smirks, and puts his lips onto mine. I smile into the kiss. Michael pushes me against the wall. I run my fingers through his hair, making him moan. He tugs on my lip ring, asking for entrance. I grant his request. What once was just a few kisses, ended up being a heated make out session.

"Jump."

I do as told, and jump up. He catches my thighs and I wrap my legs around him. He walks over to the bed, and places me down. We end up pulling apart. Not wanting it to go any further, seeing as we were no where ready for that.

"Get some sleep babe." He pieces my forehead and begins to leave.

"Michael, stay with me?"

"Sure."

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"Winter, get your lazy ass up." Dylan. Trying to wake me. Rude.

"Fuck off." I flip him off. I hear Michael laugh.

"Girl, I will dump water on yo' ass." I hear Dylan.

"I hope the fuck you do. I will rip out your weave." I pounce up.

I see Brad standing next to Dylan, recording. I roll my eyes.

"You guys are meanies." I pretend to pout. Pouty lips and everything.

"No babe, don't pout." I feel Michael's lips peck my pouty lips. I peck his back.

"All better!" I tell them. Brad stops recording. "Send that to me so I can post it on Twitter." Michael says.

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We spent most of today, cleaning and unpacking. Boring. We had some music.

But I was zoned out from most of it. Thinking of mom and dad.

How dad would jam out to music with us. How mom wouldn't leave our side when we were sick. All of the memories. With them both. Everything was great. Until death happened.

I was alone in my room. Unpacking. Still thinking of my parents. Until I reached a box labeled 'memories'.
I open the box the slightest bit, and see a photo of us all together right on top.

"C'mon guys I want a photo!" I heard dad say.

We were at the park. Lexi was even there. Our dog, a German shepherd. She died when Blaze and I were 17.