- Brooke's P.O.V -

When I finally get home I go straight to my room. I get changed and tie my hair up in a bun. I remove any make up on my face and crawl under the covers. I turn on my t.v and watch whatever film is on , halfway through the film my eyes feel heavy and as I'm about to fall asleep there is a slight knocking sound... I ignore it the first time until it happens again. It sounds like rain against a window , I sigh and get up opening the doors to my balcony and looking down at the heavily tattooed boy on my porch.

''Michael what the fuck?'' I whisper he just smirks and waves.

''Fuck off its midnight...'' I pause and look around

'' were you throwing rocks at my window!!''

''I was being romantic'' he laughs

''Go away i've had enough of you'' 

''But i'm sorry'' he mumbles

''what?'' I ask barely able to hear him from the distance.

Michael moves around and climbs up the side of the house making me cringe once he's on the balcony he knocks a plant pot over making me curse.

''Sorry... again'' he says

''I don't care go home i'm tired'' I say and turn around he catches my arm and turns me to face him

''So you came to the party to be with me?'' he smirks I scoff and roll my eyes. I pull my arm away and I am about to walk in when he speaks.

''Please.''

''What?'' 

''Please let me stay here... i'm clearly not sober and my mum will kill me if I come home drunk'' I notice his smile fades and he stares down at the floor kicking a few rocks.

''I like your pajamas.'' he chuckles. I swear this boy can change his moods every 5 seconds.

''Michael you have to go'' 

''What are you doing?'' he smiled avoiding my request.

''Nothing going to bed...'' I tell him , why am i telling him this?

''Your tv is on ,?'' why is he suddenly so interested in me

''I was watching something''

'What movie?'

''Its off now...Hellcats i was watching hellcats' I answer , 

 ''Of course you were , don't you ever get tired of chearleading shit''

''It has a good storyline'' I fold my arms

''seems stupid''

''Have you seen it ?'' I ask , he shakes his head

''I dont need to see it. I can tell you in the end the girl and the guy live happily ever after'' he says in a high pitched voice.

''Nope not just that.!'' I laugh.

''Let me stay and watch it with you'' 

''I dont think so'' 

''Please!!'' he pouts

''Do you want me to drive home drunk ... do you want my parents mad at me'' he flatters his eyelashes like a little girl.

''Fine , but you are sitting on the floor and if my mum walks in your dead...literally dead. She will kill you she owns a gun''  

Michael sits on the floor and I climb back into bed. I can't believe im forgiving him after all that happened tonight... what did he even do though? He was with another girl. Its not like we're dating. 

''Any popcorn?'' he asks ,

''No , now shut up'' i snap.

''What abou-''

''Shut up , watch it or i'm kicking you out'' i say he pretends to zip his lips and hands me the invisible key which makes a small laugh leave my lips Michael rests his head back against the side of the bed and I seem to find myself watching michael more then the show itself.

****

''So what do you think?''

''It was shit'' he smiles and i roll my eyes slapping his arm for using that bad language.

''I want to pick the next show'' he says reaching for  the remote and switching it to some programme about a tattoo studio

''No.'' but it was too late he had already put it on , and I felt myself becoming interested into the womens hideous request for a tattoo of a gorilla.

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''No I'm at a friends house , I stayed here the night because.... yes... okay. ALRIGHT!!'' Michael's voice echoes through the room. We must of fallen asleep last night , i had no clue who he could be speaking to. He turned around as he hung up on whoever the call was with and looked at me.

''Sorry for waking you up'' he mumbled

''That's okay...'' I said

''What?''

''Nothing...''

''No what? you're staring at me for a reason.'' he snapped

''Who was on the other end of the phone?''

''None of your business'' he rolled his eyes ,I  didn't answer back I just sighed and turned around facing the wall. The bed dipped down and Michael's rough but warm hand caressed my cheek.

''What are you doing to me Brooke?'' he sighed softly I turned back around to face him.

''What do you mean?'' I asked

''You make me hate you with all your stupid question asking but I like it... I like you and I can't stay away'' he smiled and i'm sure a blush crept up on his face too. I poked his cheek giggling , and he rolled his eyes.

''You're blushing'' I cooed , he swatted my hand away and turned around.

''Awww''

''Stop it'' he groaned , after that we stared at each other for a little while it was a comfortable silence us just admiring each other , i finally spoke up.

''Was it... Roxanne'' i mumbled

''What?''

''Was it Roxanne... on the phone'' i asked , Michael let out a chuckle and shook his head

''No it was my mum. You really don't like Roxy do you?'' he laughed

'No... don't tell her she might kill me'' 

''Why would i tell her? Yeah shes fun but i dont like her in that way , we're too different. She fucked Ashton once though , shes meant to be great in bed.'' he smirked

''was somebody jealous?'' he raised his eyebrows at me , i shook my head and pulled the cover over my face. Michael just smiled and began tickling me both sides making me squeal.

''Brooke what are you doing in there'' My mothers voice calls from down the hallway , my eyes widen and i push Michael off of me and i pointed to the closet , he rose his eyebrows up at me and i quickly shoved him in catching him off guard. My mom walked in and pulled a confused face.

''What are you doing?''

'Nothing'' i said ,

'Okay , move i need to hang up some of your clothes ,'' she said pulling some clothes out of the wash basket

''That's okay i'll do it.''

''Are you sure?''

''Yep''

''Why?'' 

''No reason , byee'' i yelled shoving her out the room and closing , locking my door. Michael opened the closet door slowly , looking around before climbing out.

''How many clothes do you need! It's like Narnia in there'' he laughed

''Michael that was too close... you've got to leave'' i said

''Well... can i at least take you out one day?'' he asks

''Maybe...'' i tease

''Brooke!!'' he groans

''Fine fine , you can''

'' Around six o'clock'' he asks , i'm about to protest but before i can his pecks me on the lips lightly , pulling away with a smirk and before i know it he's out of my room climbing down the tree again.

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