GUYS I HAVE EDITED THIS BUT MY LAPTOP IS BROKEN SO IM ON AN IPOD TOUCH!!
So it won't be the bet editing job but it should be back soon and ill go over and edit it propally. If anyone wants to help, message me. It would make my life so much easier!
I opened the door and awkwardly stepped into Michael's cosy home that I was practically forced to spend the night in. The homey insides greeted me in the dim light, and my eyes instantly started searching for the light switch. Placed right next to the front door, I flipped on the lights. With the small space lit up properly, I locked the door behind me, neatly placing my bag near the entrance. I couldn't help but laugh internally at the thought of me being neat.
What's so funny love? Michael popped into my head suddenly and questioned me curiously.
Shaking my head slightly from shock, I concentrated on focusing a message for Michael to hear.
Me. I'm hilarious. I replied with a smile that I couldn't help but show on my face even though nobody was around to see it.
And that's how our hours long talk through my mind started. Even though he wasn't here in person with me, it felt like he still was in a way. We laughed, talked and sung a song. Well I sung a song. Michael was 'too old for that type of childish behaviour' and I scoffed and not so politely told him to lighten up. It's not like anyone could hear us anyways, right?
But slowly, the conversation started getting to me. A faint headache started coming on which I ignored for some while, before it got to a point where I couldn't ignore the pounding in my head.
My head hurts. I have a heartbeat in each temple. I whined to Michael, placing my hands on my head but my action doing nothing to ease the pain.
It's alright Love. Your new to this and it taking a toll on your body. Listening to me wont do you any harm but the first few times talking yourself puts a stress on your mind that its not used to. Michael explained.
Get some rest and come and see me tomorrow? He questioned maybe a bit to eagearly. I knew it was his wolf questioning for most the part of our conversation. Once or twice Michael complanined about how winey his wolf was behaving from being apart from me. Even though it was a nuisance for him, my heart swelled a bit and I couldn't help but take it as a compliment.
Okay Mikey, goodnight. I sighed reluctantly.
Goodnight, Mate. Michael replied softly. If I find out you've slept on the couch love, I'm not going to be happy tomorrow. And help yourself to the food. Eat anything you want if theres editable food anywhere. He instructed firmly but kindly to.
Thankyou Mikey. I strained out.
A small growl echoed through my mind but it wasn't an angry one. You sound so fucking hot when you call me that.
I couldn't help but smile at his abrupt words.
Bye Michael. I laughed then stood up. Wincing slightly I went into the kitchen to grabbed a glass of water. The feeling of the ice cold water running down my throat was refreshing, giving me a nice chance to cool down from the heat outside. Even though I had been living down in cells with Michael for the past eleven days, I seamed to have forgotten how hot this summer really was. The air was warm for being so late at night and I felt quite hot and sweaty.
Picking up my duffle bag I made my way into Michael's room. The room smelled of him and I couldn't help but take a deep breath in, savouring the smell.
Am I aloud to have a shower? I shyly questioned Michael praying that I opened the link correctly.
Stupid question, of course you can love. He replied with a chuckle. Towels are in the laundry in the small white cabinet, second draw from the bottom. He instructed kindly.
Finding my way to the laundry, sure enough the towels were there.
Thank you, I said through mind link.
No worries love. He replied straight away. Picking up the fluffy blue towel, I made my way into the bathroom that connected from Michael's room.
Even thought the the air was warm I still blasted the hot water. Careful not to get my hair wet I stood with the water falling down my front.
Can I use your soap? I questioned again after a moment of standing there.
Use anything you like love, you don't have to keep asking for permission. He chuckled in amusement, obviously finding it funny that I kept asking to use stuff when he clearly stated I could use anything I wanted.
I feel bad just using stuff without permisiion. It's not mine to use so I feel like I have to ask. Do you get what I'm saying?
If I was a perfect stranger then I get that, but I'm your mate. Whats mine is yours.
Yuck, you make it sound like were married. I joked to him and laughing slightly to myself.
Yuck? I know I'm not the most attractive man in the world but am I really that repulsive to spend your life with? He joked back yet you could hear the seriousness in his voice. I couldn't help but laugh at what he just said because none of it was true.
Michael was hands down, in my eyes, the most attractive man I have ever met, and his looks were somthing to make every straight, bi or gay person drool over. The fact I had him all to myself was amazing, but the 10/10 in the looks department was an added bonus I will gladly welcome with open arms.
And as for the marriage thought, it didn't sound repulsive at all. At least in the future it sounded great but hey, I'm only 23. I'm not plannig on marrying for a long time comming.
As if I'd want to spend my life with someone who has an amazing body, nice personality even though there may be some anger issues there, eyes that turn red and can snap his body into a dog. I joked to him, ignoring the throbbing in my head. The conversation was so light hearted and fun that I couldn't bring myself to bring it to an end , even if it meant putting up with a throbbing headache.
I'm not a fucking dog, he warned jokingly with a playful growl.
It's my eyes. You fell for the red eyes, am I right? He laughed along, all traces of his rare emotion of insecurity he felt long gone after my previous statement.
Yeah they don't freak me out or anything. I laughed out loud. Sudden realization hit me when I remembered he couldn't hear what I said, so I quickly repeated it in my mind.
Suddenly, a sharp bolt shot through me head causing me to groan loudly in pain. My hands shot up to hold my temples in attempt to soothe the pain.
Michael's voice filled my head with concerned thoughts and no matter how much I tired to reply, my mind just couldn't do it. As soon as the first word tried to leave, the lighting bolt of pain would just shoot through my head making me groan and clutch my head again.
Alana, whats wrong answer me. Alana? I heard Michael frantically asking me but I had no way to reply.
Stupid, I muttered out loud to myself.
Alana. Whas wrong you need to mind link me right now, I'm about to go mad. Michael pleaded to me. Come on Alana, please.
Headache, I muttered with a groan which was part of expressing the discomfort and part irritation that the playful exchange had to come to an end.
Love, finish up your shower, grab a glass of water and get some rest. I promise the more we practice the less stressful on your mind it will become. Michael soothingly explained and I couldn't bring it in me to reply.
Closing my eyes, I let out a sigh as the warm water ran over my body. Already I could feel the headache letting up but I knew if I started talking to Michael again it would start again. Humming quietly to myself a random tune that popped into my head, I couldn't help but smile slightly when using Michaels soap to clean my body. Instantly the smell of Michael filled my nostrils and it relaxed me, as if Michael was near me in a way.
Eventually, about 5 minutes later, I forced myself out of the relaxing shower and threw on one of Michael's shirts and a clean pair of my underwear. Even though I had his full permission, I felt awkward snooping through his draws to find a tee shirt to wear, and it took a few goes to find his shirts draw.
My cheeks had instantly lit up red when I stumbled across his underwear draw, and I instantly slammed it shut and though a hand up to my mouth to stifle a laugh. I may be 23, but I'm still a immature child at heart some times.
After what felt like forever, my body flopped down on his mattress and instantly a sigh of content was released from my lips. The soft (even though firmer than my matress) surface was a blissful feeling, and i cpuldnt be happier to be on a matress that isn't stick thin and one that is comfortable.
Anything would feel more comfortable than that cell.
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