{Dangerous era}

Dedicated to biancadelriofan as she requested this one.

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-Kayla's POV-

It's currently 8:47pm, on a Saturday night. That's not really a time to be lonely, is it?

But I am. I have nobody to talk to. My family lives on the other side of the country, so I'm stuck here alone. My only friend is... Michael.

He's my best friend. He gets me; he understands me. He makes me feel special; he makes me feel better when I'm down.

I want to call him over, so we can spend a little time together. There's also a little niggling feeling in my heart, telling me to tell him how I feel about him.

He's perfect to me; his sweet black curls, majestic deep brown eyes, smooth skin and slender build. If only he knew how I felt about him.

I grab my phone, and dial his number.

"Hey, Kay! What's up?" he answers.

"Hey Michael. I'm lonely tonight. Wanna come over?" I ask shyly.

"Oh! Sure! I'm not doing anything either. Maybe we can make a night of it – sleepover?"

We've always been childlike in that sense. We still have sleepovers and pillow fights; Super Soaker wars and all of that. It's great having a friend who enjoys that stuff.

"Sure! Bring everything you need over in ten," I reply.

"Sure will girl. See you soon!"

We hang up, and I lie back on the sofa, excited for Michael's arrival.

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The doorbell rings, and I feel a shiver run down my spine. I dash over to the door, answering it.

There he is, standing there. He's so perfect, in every single way.

"Hey, Kayla. Long time, no see, heh?" he grins.

He pulls me into a hug, and I let my head rest against his chest; it's been so long since I've hugged him.

We've actually been friends for five years – since I was thirteen and he was twenty-nine. It seems like such a huge age gap, but... it works.

"So, what you wanna do first?" I ask, pulling away from him. "Cos I don't mind at all."

"Hmm... maybe a pillow fight?" he suggests.

"You're on," I smirk.

We both race up to my bedroom, in attempt to grab the most pillows, and the fight begins almost immediately.

Pillows all over the floor, and both of us laughing our heads off, we continue our war like this for about ten minutes, until I hit Michael upside the head so hard that he collapses onto the bed.

"Oh gosh!" I gasp, seeing him lying on his front on the bed, not moving a muscle. "Michael, are you okay?"

I hover over his still body, feeling a little worried I've knocked him out with a pillow.

"Miiiiiiiiichael?" I whine.

Then suddenly, he leaps up and screams "RARGH!", which scares the life out of me. I stand up straight, hand on chest, panting loudly.

"Michael, don't do that to me!" I say breathlessly.

He giggles cutely, before taking a hold of my hand and pulling me on to the bed with him.

"Sorry Kayla... but there's actually something I want to tell you..." he says, now more serious.

"Yes, Michael?" I furrow my eyebrows.

"We've been best friends for... a long time, right?"

"Yes..." my voice trails off slightly.

"And... you know what? I'm just gonna be straight with you. Kay, I... I've been beginning to develop more feelings for you. Like... feelings that are... more than a friend should feel. What I'm trying to say is... Kayla..."

He knits his eyebrows together, looking down in embarrassment, and I try to stop a smile from forming on my face.

"What I'm trying to say is..."

He tries to think of the right words to say, and finally manages to do so.

"I think I'm... in love with you."

I widen my eyes, a small gasp escaping my lips, "You are?" I ask.

He looks up at me, nodding shyly. "Yes..."

A huge grin forms on my face. "I've been the same way since... as long as I can remember, Michael."

"You have?" he gives an unconvinced expression.

"Yes!" I cry. "So... we both..."

"Yeah..." he murmurs, still a little surprised. "So does that mean we're like... together now?"

"I guess it does," I reply.

"So..." Michael starts timidly, "C-Can I... y'know... kiss you?"

I beam at him, and nod, "Of course."

He gazes at me for a few moments, obviously a little shy still. Nevertheless, he soon tilts his head, but then pauses.

"I go left, you go right?" he asks.

"Sure?" I chuckle.

He nods, "Okay."

Then, he tilts his head to the left, and I tilt mine to the right, and our lips meet in a gentle kiss. We peck at one another's lips a couple times, before pulling away from one another.

"Wow..." Michael whispers. "That's what love feels like."

I laugh softly at his childlike innocence, "Sure is. Wanna try again?"

He licks his lip and nods, "Please," he whimpers.

Again, our lips meet in another kiss, and it carries on that way for the rest of the night.

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