“I’m all wrinkly,” I grumbled examining my fingers as I sat behind Michael on the banana lounge.
“Same,” he sighed tiredly.
“What’s wrong babe?” I asked rubbing his shoulders.
“I’m so sleepy,” he yawned.
“Come on,” I smiled, grabbing his hand and leading him inside and sitting him on the couch. “Stay,” I ordered heading into the kitchen.
“What are you doing?” he asked peering over the back of the couch as I opened the freezer.
“Looking for food because we haven’t eaten all day,” I replied.
“I think there are a couple of frozen pizzas in there,” he said getting up from the couch and sitting on the kitchen bench.
“Pepperoni or Hawaiian?” I asked holding up the two boxes.
“Is that even a question?” he replied snatching the peperoni pizza out of my hands and ripping open the box.
Michael and I sat cuddled on the couch, his hand playing with my hair.
“You’re sunburnt,” I murmured, stroking his cheek.
“So are you,” he stated poking my nose.
“We’ll have sexy tans and that’ll be a first for me considering I rarely leave my house,” I chuckled.
“How twinsie are we?” he laughed resting his head on top of mine.
“Very,” I yawned closing my eyes.
“I think it’s bedtime for this Kitten,” he smiled tiredly, picking me up bridal style and carrying me to his room.
“It’s bed time for Mousie to right?” I asked sleepily.
“Yes,” he chuckled laying me down on the bed before lying down next to me.
“Good,” I smiled snuggling into his chest as he pulled a blanket over us and wrapped his arms around me. “Hey Michael, what are we?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean we’ve been acting couple-y and I really like you and I was wondering… well… what are we?”
“I really like you more than you like me and I’d also like to call you my girlfriend if that’s what you were getting at,” he replied.
“You’d go out with me even though we’ve known each other for barely twenty four hours?”
“I would. You don’t have to say yes now… or ever but-” he started before I cut him off pressing my lips to his.
“Shut up boyfriend and go to sleep,” I giggled kissing him once more before closing my eyes and drifting off to sleep.
“Mum, I’m going to get Dani from the airport,” I yelled running out the front door slamming it closed behind me, jumping in my car.
The drive to the airport was slow due to peak hour traffic, and I was constantly banging my head on the steering wheel in frustration.
I walked through the waiting area when I spotted the familiar curly brown hair with pastel purple streaks bobbing through the crowd.
“Dani!” I shouted, pushing my way through the crowd until I reached the smiley British girl.
“Kat,” she screamed engulfing me in a hug which I returned.
“Hey almost birthday girl,” I grinned helping her with her luggage.
“I can’t believe it. Two more days,” she squealed excitedly.
“Me and the boys are going to get you ‘white girl wasted’,” I laughed.
“I can’t wait,” she giggled. “Speaking of not waiting you and Michael huh?”
“What do you mean?” I asked as we exited the airport, heading for the carpark.
“Calum told me you and Michael fucked the day you met,” she laughed.
“Yeah, can I not have sex with my boyfriend?”
“You weren’t dating him when you had sex were you?” she asked as we approached my car.
“No, but I was horny and drunk and he was horny and drunk and well he’s Michael Clifford, you know me.” I complained as we put her suitcases in the boot.
“I know, I just can’t wait so see Calum, he’s been Skype-ing me since Sunday, the cutie,” she gushed putting the last suitcase in the car.
“Aw, someone’s got a crush,” I laughed as I shut the boot.
“You’re an idiot,” she snickered nudging me as we climbed in the car.
I have shit internet at the moment so yeah. How was your day?