"You said you wouldn't get mad!" I yelled.

"I'm not mad!" He shot back. He rested his elbows on the steering wheel and buried his face in his hands. "I'm just surprised I guess." He muttered while tugging at his hair. I sighed and leaned back in my chair.

"It didn't mean anything though." I explained as I tried to calm myself. He picked his head up and looked over at me.

"That's not the damn point. The point is that my friend's mouth was all over yours." The annoyance in his voice became more obvious in every word he spoke.

"It wasn't like that." I undid my seat belt and turned my body towards him. "It was an innocent little kiss." I was growing more irritated by the second.

"You can't just go around kissing guys and saying 'Oh, I didn't mean it'!" I shot him a glare, not understanding why he thought about it this way.

"It's not like I pounced on him! We were in his room and-"

"You were in his room?! Just the two of you?!" His voice filled any empty space in the car. "Okay," he said, rubbing his face with his hands. "Start from the beginning." I puffed my cheeks, then released it seconds after.

"Well, after you went to change Ashton took me to his room so I could get dry clothes so I wasn't stuck with nothing but a towel."

"I can see that." He rolled his eyes at the sight of Ashton's clothes on me.

"Are you going to let me finish?"

"I only like you in my clothes!" He wailed. I grimaced at him, letting him know I wasn't putting up with his banter. He let out an over dramatic sigh and raised his eyebrows. "Continue."

"I got up and changed, obviously, and went back in to get my shirt and phone and I heard the door close and he was just standing there and I asked him what was up and we just started talking and he asked about my mom-"

"Why'd he ask about your mom?"

"Why'd you tell him about my mom?" I fired back. He stayed quiet as he was caught red handed.

"Anyways, he asked about my mom and he said something about his parents not being around and he just...leaned in." I fumbled with my hands, not really knowing where to go next with the story.

"He was probably just trying to hint that you could come over anytime and get in his pants." He grumbled. I hit his arm, not letting the comment slide.

"Not cool. I would never, and I'm not like that."

"Oh, I know you aren't like that,but either way I wouldn't let you." His tone turned more serious.

"You aren't my boyfriend, Michael. I can do what I want with whatever boy I want." I harshly said. He groaned loudly and tilted his head back to where it hit the head rest.

"The title of our friendship doesn't affect the situation." I stiffened at the word 'friendship'. Deep down inside I wanted a lot more than just a 'friendship', not matter how scared I was of anything more.

"And tell me," He paused. "Was that something you really wanted?"

I hated when he did this. He acted as if he knew what I wanted and what I didn't want. And the worst thing about it was that he was always right. It was like he could easily code my emotions.

"No, but-"

"My point made." He interrupted. He had a stupid smirk on his face, as if he did this just to make a fool out of me.

"Why are you reacting this way?!" I finally asked. He looked over at me with a blank stare, like he was telling me that he did nothing wrong. We sat at stared at each other for a few seconds, but what seemed like a few minutes. I broke the haze and looked to the road then back at him.

"You stopped your car in the middle of the road just so we could yell at each other." His facial expression didn't change which I took as he still didn't understand. I rolled my eyes and let my hands slap against my thighs.

"Some giant 18-wheeler could have came right around the corner and killed us!"

Okay, so maybe I was exaggerating things, but he couldn't grasp the situation we were in. His lips pulled into a small frown, nothing drastic, but it was noticeable.

"What would you have done if I died, Michael Clifford?" I joked as I folded my arms across my chest as he started up his car again. He chuckled and smiled lightly, but let it fade quickly.

"Well," He started, taking a peek over at me as I put my seat belt back on. "Well Maddie, I probably would have died tomorrow." He kept his eyes on the road, not even moving a muscle.

No matter how much I wanted to climb out of my chair and into his lap and kiss him endlessly, I couldn't. At least not after the useless bickering he caused.

I caught my grin before it even happened, still showing my bothered profile.

"But," He spoke up. "That doesn't change the fact that we didn't." He nodded his head towards me. "Or the fact that you kissed a boy other than me." His smile came back, turning into the same smirk that he had before.

"But we aren't even-" I stopped myself from saying more and began a new thought. "You're going to hold this against me, aren't you?"

"Of course."

We sat in silence for the rest of the ride as the distance shortened to my house. It was the same comfortable silence that he had always brought wherever he went. You would think that he would appear intimidating or mysterious, when in reality, he was just dumb. He was literally a child put into a teenage boy's body. I smiled at the thought of his well being until I felt the car come to a stop.

We had finally pulled into my driveway after a long night. I began gathering the few things I had brought and placed them in my lap.

"Thanks for dragging me along." I gently smiled at him. He looked sleepy, his eyes became heavier than they were 15 minutes ago, and his face had lost a bit of his normal color. "And sorry for yelling at you." I added on. He sheepishly smiled at me, his one hand lazily resting on the steering wheel.

"I was happy to take you. And don't apologize, I was kind of a dick." He said, rubbing the back of his neck and scrunching up his nose.

"Well, sorry anyways." I replied back.

"Maddie, stop apologizing."

"...Sorry."

He rolled his eyes at my terrible attempt to let it go. I giggled at the action, suddenly feeling giddy. I watched his tired eyes that were the complete opposite of mine. I placed my hand on my forearm, tugging him towards me slightly.

"Come inside. You look tired." I gripped his arm tighter as he waved me off. "I'm not letting you drive back home this late when you're about to fall asleep." He didn't reply and just kept switching his view to anything other than me. I tilted my head, finally catching his attention. "Please?"

Instead of replying, he pulled at his door handle and straggled himself out of the leather seat. I followed his actions, walking up to his side.

We made our way inside, where I immediately collapsed onto my stomach on the couch. I sprawled out seconds before I felt Michael's weight on top of me. I groaned loudly at my chest pressing further into the cushions.

"Michael, get off me!" I exhaled.

"I don't know, I'm pretty comfy." He turned his head the opposite way, nuzzling his head into my neck.

I wiggled the best I could underneath him to escape the pressure. I eventually gave up and got used to the weight.

"Why couldn't you sit on the other side of the couch like a normal person?" I complained as I started wriggling underneath him once again.

"Because you said I could be clingy, but when I'm clothed. So here I am."

"Oh my God, Michael. You're so weird."

"I know." I felt him smile against my neck. He slipped his hands under my stomach and squeezed me tight. He rolled off of me and settled onto the carpeted floor where he laid on his back.

I poked my head out, now hovering over him. I gave him a questionable look. He stared at me with child-like eyes, the kind that said 'Please let me have ice cream for dinner.' I bit my lip to hide the laughter I was holding in.

"Don't do that." He suddenly said, his cheeks coming back to their normal color.

"Do what?"

"That thing where you bit your lip to stop yourself from laughing. You can laugh at me, I don't mind." His eyes crinkled at the corners, sending off the image of a sleepy kid.

"Come lay up here." I loosely reached out my hand for his. "I refuse to let you sleep on a floor." I told him as I sat up to make more room. I pulled him up slightly, letting go when he stood up. He stumbled to the side and bumped his knee on the corner of the table.

I covered my growing smile with my hand as I heard him mumble the word 'shit' under his breath. He sunk down into the pillows on the opposite side of me, fidgeting to get comfortable. Eventually, he took up the whole couch by stretching out.

About half an hour passed and I sat on my phone and scrolled through twitter, only to be interrupted by Michael shifting around beside me.

"Maddie?" He mumbled. I thought he had fallen asleep a while ago, making me flinch at the sound of his voice.

"I thought you fell asleep. What do you need?" I whispered.

"You."

He opened his arms, engaging me to come over towards him. His eyes were barely open and a smile weakly pulled at the ends of his lips. I shyly crawled over to him and his welcoming arms, cuddling into his side. I unknowingly traced patterns over his chest that would steadily rise and fall.

"You're so cheesy." I said, referring to his previous words.

"I'm lots of things."

I tangled my legs with his, trying to get closer to him, as if it was possible. Too many of my nights were spent like this, yet not enough were. I just couldn't get enough of him and he couldn't get enough of me. You would think things like this would just fizzle out, but the more we progress, so do our feelings. But that didn't need to be said, it was implied.