nothing without you || m.c

Part 7- I Don't Even Know Why We're Laughing.

Part 7- I Don't Even Know Why We're Laughing.
Song for this chapter: Just Friends- The Jonas Brothers.
Elsie's POV:
I woke up to someone knocking on my door. I felt someone's arms around me, and when the knocking didn't stop, they buried their head into my shoulder. I opened my eyes and saw Michael curled up with me. I untangled myself from him and stood up. He mumbled incoherent words an ran his hand over the bed where I had been laying.
"Why'd you get up?" He mumbled, not opening his eyes.
"Just go back to sleep." I said, brushing some of his hair out of his face. He smiled slightly and his breathing grew quieter as he went back to sleep.
I walked to the door, and opened it slightly. Lily had her hand up, mid knock, and her eyes went wide when she saw me.
"Lil, it's early." I complained, coming out into the hallway and closing the door.
"I was just going to say me and Dez are going into town so if you need anything tell me." She said.
"No, I'm good. Thanks though." I said.
"Okay, bye." She waved and met Dez at the door.
"Bye, Dez." She blew me a kiss and I giggled as they left. I quietly went back into my room and saw Michael cutely wrapped up in my blankets. But then I remembered that he had his own house, and parents who probably were about to find out there son was gone.
"Mikey." I whispered, shaking him gently.
"Elsie. Come back to bed." He groaned, taking my hand and pulling me next to him. I sighed and turned around, trying to scoot way, but Michael pulled me closer to him, so my back was pressed against his chest. I took his hand and started playing with his slender fingers. I noticed the pads of his fingers were tougher then the rest of his hand, probably from playing guitar.
"Michael. You have to get back to your house." I said, turning around to face him.
"I don't want to leave you." He whispered, his eyes still closed.
"Let's do something today, then." I said, my digits once again finding his hair.
"Just come over to mine and we can hang out." He said, finally opening his eyes. The green really standing out in them.
"But your parents will be there." I said.
"They're in America working on a new leg of their business. They come back tomorrow morning." He said.
"Okay." I stood up and pulled him with me but he ended up just wrapping his arms around me again and hugging me.
"Do you do this to everybody that wakes you up?" I asked, referring to the way he was so reluctant to leave my side.
"Only for you." He teased, and I blushed. I unwrapped his arms from my waist and he pouted.
"I'm showering. I'll be back soon." I said. I grabbed my Ed Sheeran hoodie, some leggings and undergarments and went into the bathroom. After I was done showering I left my hair down to curl and threw on the clothes. I walked out and saw Michael sitting on my bed on his phone.
"Let's go." He said. He stood up and signaled for me to jump on his back.
"No." I stated simply.
"Why not?" He whined, following me as I went into the hallway to put on my black TOMS.
"Because the last time I was given a piggy back ride was when I was ten, and two and a half feet shorter." I said.
"Too bad." He grabbed me and hoisted me onto his back. I groaned but didn't make any move to leave. I was quite comfortable in this position.
We walked outside and across my yard to Michael's, and he unlocked the door.
"I want to make a fort." I said.
"We'll let's make one."
I looked at the clock and noticed it was already two in the afternoon.
Michael and I grabbed every cushion and pillow and blanket and we connected them with chairs and made a huge fort right in front of the TV in his room so we could watch movies.
"We should order a pizza, I'm hungry. What do you think?" I asked him.
"You had me at pizza." He joked, an I laughed at him, ruffling his hair. He grabbed his phone and called a local pizza place, and I went downstairs to make popcorn and get us some drinks. I put the popcorn in the microwave and then poured each of us a glass of pop.
Michael came running downstairs as I was going up and we collied, sending the pops all down the front of my clothes.
For some reason, instead of saying anything I just burst into laughter. Michael looked at me questioningly, but then he started laughing with me. I was laughing so hard I had to sit down and catch my breath, and Michael sat down, too, and leaned on me.
"I don't even know why we're laughing." I said, breathlessly.
"Your guess is as good as mine." He said, wiping tears from his ears.
"Come on, I have some clothes you can wear." He said, looking down at my stained t-shirt and pants. He went to his bedroom and grabbed some sweatpants and a t-shirt.
"Do you mind if I take a shower?" I asked, the sticky pop making me feel gross.
"No, go ahead." I went into the bathroom and stripped my clothes off, desperate to get out of the stickiness. I turned the water I and stepped under it. After a few minute I dried myself off and pulled on Michael's clothes and my underwear and bra. The pants were a bit too big so I rolled the waist band a few times. His shirt was just a tad big, but it was okay. The sleeves were cut out so you could see a bit of my black bra, and on the front was The Rolling Stones tongue. I pulled my hair into a braid and left the bathroom. I grabbed my phone and sent a text to Dez, saying I was hanging out with Michael and I didn't know when I'd be coming home.
I found Michael in the kitchen, refilling our pops.
"I'm sorry, by the way." He said to me as I stood next to him.
"Mikey, it's fine." I laughed. The doorbell rang and I Michael pointed to the table.
"The money's right there." He said as I walked towards the door. I opened it and got the money ready to pay.
"Well, hello." A voice said. I looked up and saw a really tall guy. He looked my age, and was cute, but something made me take a half step back, almost afraid of him.
"Um, hi." I said, looking down, anything to get my eyes away from his cruel looking ones. I heard footsteps behind me and then Michael grabbed my hand and pulled me behind him. I handed the money to him I watched him hand it to the guy, acting as a shield between us. Although the guy was tall, Michael still stood higher. He handed Michael the pizzas and then smirked at me for behind his back.
"See you later." He winked at me, and I hid myself further behind Michael.
"Fuck off." Michael spat, slamming the door in his face. He set the pizzas on the table next to us and then tuned around to face me.
"Are you okay?" He asked, using his thumb and forefinger to lift my chin up.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I answered. He kissed the top of my head and images of last night popped in my head. Michael kissing me, and the the long night that followed.
"Come on, let's go eat some pizza." His placed his hand on my lower back and we went to the kitchen and got plates with pizza and our drinks and then we went up to his room, taking the pizza box with us.
"Oh my God. You have Skyrim!?" I exclaimed, looking at one of the games sitting on his Xbox.
"Yeah. Have you played it?" He asked me, laughing.
"Only like, a million times at home. Can I play?" I asked him.
"Yeah, of course." We sat down in our "fort" and I grabbed the controller.
We spent the next two hours playing video games and eating pizza. After I got bored playing Skyrim, Michael put in Call of Duty Modern Warfare and we were the middle of a very intense game.
"Michael! They're shooting me!" I yelled, getting way too into the game.
"I can't do anything! I'm respawning!" He yelled back, even though we were sitting right next to each other.
"Cover me!" I shouted. I saw his played come running up next to me and took out the guys that were shooting me. Our team ended up winning and we high fived, grinning.
"I'm tired." I sighed, laying down. I looked at my phone to see it was already 8:30.
"Let's watch a movie." Michael said. He put in a movie and we laid down with pillows and blankets on our stomachs. I looked at the screen and saw he'd put in Pitch Perfect.
"Michael, it concerns me that you have Pitch Perfect." I laughed.
"I- uh, it's my sisters." He stumbled out.
"You don't have a sister!" I laughed, rolling onto my back now.
"Oh, shut up!" He said, hiding his face in his arm.
"I enjoyed it so I thought I'd get it." He mumbled. I laughed and rubbed his back, the muscles on his shoulders popping out through his tank top.
"It's okay. I think Jessie's hot anyway." I teased, talking about the main guy in the movie.
"Oh, so that's the type of guy you like." He said.
"What type?" I asked.
"Pretty boy." He said, crinkling his noise cutely.
"No, I just think he's really cute and he has a good voice." I said, knowing that would annoy him.
"I'm in a band!" He exclaimed.
"I'm just teasing you, Mikey." I laughed. running my fingers through his hair. His cheeks turned red and he looked away.
"I like you, too. A lot more then Jessie." I said, kissing his cheek. His face turned a darker shade of red and he smiled.
About halfway through, Michael laced his fingers with mine in front of us. I smiled and looked at our hands. Mine were much paler then his, and the yellow polish on my nails stood out. But the way his hand was bigger then mine made me smile because my hands were bigger then most girls.
"I really like you, Elsie." I heard Michael whisper as I closed me eyes, and sleep took me over.