Real talk, if any of you guys need me to be your fake gf/BF because you got some creep talking to you, let me know. I got you. I’ll make myself look hot and be all lovey and intimidating so they can hop off
Derek has had the sun in his eyes for hours, lying sprawled out on his stomach in the center of the big bed, swaying right on the edge of awake and asleep. It’s the sound of light feet padding across the floor that finally drifts him back to the surface of consciousness, giving him a few seconds to remember what year it is before the mattress dips down by his ankles.
“Daddy,” comes a smooth voice, which manages to reach him despite the barrier of sleep. Derek likes to think it’d reach him through anything.
“Mmh,” is his response, forcing half an eye open.
He shifts with a heavy sigh, watching his son crawl up the bed towards him. Once he’s at eye-level with Derek, he simply flops down on his side, resting his little head on the big pillow. What little hair he’s got is in total disarray, standing out in all directions, and Derek lazily reaches out to smooth it out the best he can.
You stared at the number two for a lot longer than a second, trying to pluck up the courage to just send that last number.You had been talking to Michael for so long that you felt like you knew him better than your own family, but what if that knowledge turned out to be all wrong? What if he was nothing like you thought he was? What if he didn’t like you?
You took a deep breath. Then another, scrunching up your eyes. “I can do this,” you mumbled, reaching out blindly for the door handle. You knew if you opened your eyes you’d never pull the handle, but with your eyes closed you managed it and in the next few seconds you were standing out in the light breeze, trying to pluck up the guts to open your eyes. Feeling utterly sick to your stomach you kept them closed for far too long.
Eyes still tightly shut, your head jerked in the direction of the voice. You knew instantly it was Michael; there was something in the way he said your name, like it made him feel just as sick as she was. So you nodded.
“Open your eyes.”
“I don’t think I can.”
“C’mon, sweetheart. Look at me.”
So slowly that you were hardly sure they were moving, you opened your eyelids a minuscule amount at a time. What you were met with made you breathe in so quickly you almost choked. “Michael,” you mumbled, letting out that breath.
“That’s me,” he grinned, and his smile was the loveliest thing you could possibly imagine.
But instead of commenting on that, you said, “Your hair is green.”
This time he laughed. “Really? I didn’t even know. I thought it was blue.”
“Well, you’re definitely not Michael Jackson, so I guess you were telling the truth about something.”
“I’m also not a serial killer.”
“There’s that too.”
There was a pause in which the both of you simply stared hungrily at each other, taking in every feature you previously couldn’t appreciate. “You’re gorgeous,” said Michael, that smile popping up yet again.
“As opposed to what you thought I’d look like?”
“Yeah. I thought you’d be a gorilla.”
You feigned shock. “That’s disgusting!”
“Gorillas are cute though.”
“You’re just as weird as you always were.”
He nodded with a laugh and then jerked his head toward the mall. “Wanna get something to eat?”
“Not here,” you shook your head. “I just said the mall in case you really were gonna murder me - it’s public.”
“Smart! I should have thought of that. What if you were a serial killer?”
“I still could be.”
“Alright, we’ll go wherever you wanna go. But,” he said, holding up a finger, “you have to give me a hug first.”
“Sounds really unenjoyable.”
Michael rolled his eyes and sighed dramatically. “Fine. Guess we’re not going to eat then.”
You didn’t like to hug people you didn’t know well and your brain was screaming at you not to touch this stranger, but then you remembered that Michael wasn’t a stranger. Michael was your best friend. Sure, this was the first time you’d ever seen his face, but why should that stop you from showing him just how much you cared about him? So you took a step forward and wrapped your arms around his neck, and it felt like the most natural thing in the world when his hands found your waist.
“Thanks,” he breathed in your ear right before pulling away. “Now: food?”
what the actual fuck was this ending? what the actual fuck was this entire thing? i don’t think i did it justice at all and also i didn’t proof read again but i am very tired i’m soRRY ilysm
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