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“I am just a little lonely,” she whispered . “Come and hold me for a while.”

So they sat in silence as the moon opened its sleepy eyes and gazed down upon them. And sometime during the night his hand found the small of her back and two fingers lifted her chin until a ruler line could be drawn between their gazes.

And when the sun stretched its long rays and waved goodbye to the moon an eternity later, it could no longer distinguish, in the tangled haze, which limbs were his and which were hers.

—  S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #86
Inside Out- Michael AU

a/n: au where michael’s hair color changes based on his moodbased on this blurb that seemed to go viral- not even based on it, basically just writing it out into a oneshot. there are definitely some errors in this, I’m not entirely happy with the way it turned out, but, whatever. this is fluff, fluff, some angst, and then more fluff, so read with caution. feedback always appreciated!

words: 3600

Michael was always one to wear his heart on his sleeve. Regardless of his hair- his face betrayed all of his emotion. Even as a kid, he never hid when he was upset, or happy, or angry at the other school children on the playground. What made it more noticeable, though, was how his hair changed. It fascinated you as a child, sharing the same first year class with him and watching his hair throughout the day. It became your favorite activity- watching how his hair turned blue right after his mom dropped him off for the day, how it turned forest green during maths and pink during spelling. How, every Tuesday, his hair went golden yellow for a solid hour during music class. 

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