This was all very strange for me. Living in a strange house for 2 weeks, sleeping in a strange bed, becoming familiar with a strange city. But then again, a lot of new things come out of strange and new scenarios.

I always think about the first night I stayed at Michael's. What would happen if my mom didn't have to work late? Or what if it didn't rain that night? There were so many 'what if's' and it was impeccable how things just fell in line. And what's frightening is that Michael and I's future is already planned out, it's already set and stone. So many things are going to happen and I honestly don't know how it's going to end. But for right now, I wanted things perfectly as they are in the present.

Today was the day Michael and I were supposed to be hauling the few things we had in this house into the moving truck. Why we never paid for professionals with bigger muscles to do it instead is beyond me. So now it's dwindled down to having a table and a mattress loaded into the downsized truck and I was now taking a nap on the couch. It was already 8pm and I had been asleep for about half an hour and I hadn't been planning on waking up soon, that is until I felt the couch underneath me wobbling around.

I slowly opened my eyes, letting a cold breeze hit my exposed arms. I was laying on my back and was now looking at stars instead of the bland ceiling I was used to. I heard a few words from behind me that I wasn't able to make out, but in a matter of seconds the voice was louder and more audible to me.

"How'd you sleep, Princess?" Michael asked with s smug look on his face, looking down at me once. I was currently laying on a moving couch with Michael at my head and Cas at my feet. Cas laughed along with Michael, seeing as they've bonded over carrying a couch with my sleeping body on it towards a moving van.

"Could you not wait until I woke up?" I yawned, sitting up once they put the furniture down at the end of the driveway.

"We tried." Michael chuckled, offering a hand to help me stand up from where I was sitting. I stretched my arms out, letting the cool air hit the exposed skin on my lower stomach. I pulled my shirt down quickly, taking in that it was colder at night than it was back home. "Why don't you head back inside? It's getting cold, don't need you sick." He smiled down at me, nudging my arm lightly.

"Michael." I whined.

"Go." He insisted as he shooed me off and picked up the edge of the couch once more. I turned on my heels, heading back into the home.

I looked around, getting a good look around. It was weird that I had spent 2 weeks living here and I would be going back as if none of it had ever really happened. I knew that I wouldn't be going back to the same house, it seemed like a very misconstrued plan, but I knew it would all work out and that I'd settle eventually.

The only thing left in the house was a chair and the bed and blankets that I had in my room that we'd finish loading tomorrow morning. It was like living in a model house for 2 weeks, unfamiliar furniture that was sparse. We were taking it along since our new house was going to be bigger and we needed to fill up the space so it actually wasn't a waste of money after all.

I heard Michael's shoes tap against the sleek hardwood, then the front door shut gently. I exited my room and stepped around the corner to see him taking off his jacket and putting it on the coat hooks. He must have heard me enter the room since his head turned to my exact direction. A soft smile pulled at his lips, as one did on mine too.

"Where's Cas?" I asked, meeting him in the middle of the empty living room.

"He headed back home. He said he'd spare us some time together." He chuckled, grabbing me in to kiss my forehead. We stayed silent for a few moments, just letting our steady breaths fill the gap.

"I can't believe this is really happening." I shook my head as he grabbed my hands and locked our fingers together, squeezing tightly.

"Neither can I. I'm surprised we pulled it off." He spoke, letting a small laugh follow right after. I look down at our hands that were swinging side to side. The contrast of black ink to his skin caught my eye and I realized he had a new tattoo sitting right below the crook of his elbow.

"What's that?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows at the tattoo that I was now making out as small numbers. He looked down at me to see what I was staring at then he realized where my eyes had landed.

"Just some dates." He shrugged. I let go of hi hands, grabbing his forearm so I could read the thin lines. There were two dates: June 2nd, 2003 and June 2nd, 2013.

"What are they for?" I questioned, looking back up at him. I dropped his arm yet he picked it back up to read the dates himself.

"June 28th, 2003 was when my dad passed away." He plainly said as if it was no big deal. I tensed up a little bit since we hadn't actually talked about his dad's death in a while. To this day I still hadn't known much about it, but I'll let him tell me when he's ready.

"What happened 10 years later?" I ran my finger over the, what looked like, freshly new ink. It looked like he got it a few days ago. He paused for a few seconds, letting the feeling of my fingers on his skin continue.

"I met you." His cheeks turned the lightest shade of pink once I looked up and grinned at him. I pursed my lips together, tilting my head to the side.

"That was the day I met you?" I wasn't confused on the actual date but rather as to why he didn't even looked affected by his father's death that day.

"Yep." He answered, popping the 'P'.

"And you tattooed it on your body?" I clarified. It was obvious that he had had it in his skin and it was never coming off, but I was just trying to grasp the idea of it all.

"Yep." He repeated, nodding his head. I didn't want to push him into talking about it, but I was still confused as to why he never mentioned it. I mean we had only known each other for a matter of hours, but he looked like nothing was wrong.

"But that day...you didn't even mention-" I stumbled over my words only to have him cut me off.

"I didn't need to." He shook his head lightly at me as if what he did, or didn't do, was common sense. I raised an eyebrow at him as he did to me, curious about my silence.

"But, what if we hate each other in 5 years time?" I asked jokingly, trying to get some type of reaction out of him. He rolled his eyes at me, taking my hand and pulling me to my bedroom.

"I think it's time to go to sleep." He chuckled. I pulled back from him and stopped in my tracks, wanting an answer even though my question wasn't very serious.

"But what if?" I pushed him arm to get his attention which I easily got. He turned around and took a step to me, letting his taller frame lean over mine.

"I don't think I could hate you." He replied, a smirk growing on his face. I crossed my arms and gave him the same reaction back. He shifted his weight and quickly took my wrist, dragging me to my room as he went on with his story.

"I never planned on liking you, Maddie." He admitted as we walked through the door. "When we met I was just like 'Well she's pretty hot, but she'd never like me.' I refrained from it until I took you to Ashton's party and it just went from there. Especially when I was a really big dickhead a couple weeks ago." He sat down at the edge of my bed, letting my knees hit his just like the first time I had been in his room. "And now I've got this big, stupid, second grade crush on you and I just love you." He sighed as his smile grew bigger.

"That was so cheesy." I admitted after a few seconds.

"It's true!" He yelled in attempts to justify himself. "I just thought it was a nice reminder. Just be happy that I didn't tattoo your name on my ass." His finger pointed right in my face, just inches away from my nose.

"And how do I know that's not true?" I widened my eyes at him as I pushed his hand away, but he insisted on keep them tied together.

"Would you like to check?" He began to stand up which I immediately put a hand on his shoulder to sit him back down.

"I'm good." I assured him. Before I could go on, he had a grip around my waist and pulled me on top of him as he fell backwards and onto the few pillows. My eyes were shut from the sudden fall and once I had reopened them I saw Michael with a cheeky smile on his face.

"I feel like we've been here one too many times." He breathed out, kissing the tip of my nose.

"I think it's time to go to sleep." I said, repeating his own words that he told me earlier. To my surprise, he hadn't put up a fight like he usually would and scooted right out from under me and to the other side of my bed. His back was to me as I sat up with my legs crossed as they would be if I was in kindergarten.

"Michael." I called out. He ignored me and stayed laying on his side towards the wall. "Michael." I sing-songed. His arms stayed crossed and I shook my head at him from his childish ways. I pushed his shoulder, trying to get him to cooperate with me. "Fine." I sighed as I had given up, or at least as I that's how I made it seem.

I crawled under the blankets and scooted as far as him as possible. I gave it about 2 minutes before Michael had caved in and would roll over right next to me, but he cracked after a few seconds.

I felt my bed shift then his arm sling right over my side. I smiled to myself as I had done this multiple times an he always rolled back over to me. His head popped up right beside mine unexpectedly, making his slight stubble brush right against my cheek.

"What?" I asked, turning to face him as much as I could without ruining our current spot.

"Nothing." He pinched my waist once, making me jump.

"Don't do that!" I giggled. He did it once more, making me turn to my other side to where I had my whole body turned to him. "Stop!" I playfully shoved his chest back which he easily grabbed a hold of my wrists from. He tugged me into his chest despite my fight and soon enough I was squished into his torso without a choice.

"Are you comfortable?" His voice mumbled into my ear.

"No." I managed to get out from his arms squeezing the life out of me. He nuzzled his head on top of mine and tightened his grip around me even more.

"Good." He joked. Eventually after a few minutes of me shouting at him, kicking his legs, and squirming in his grasp, he had finally let go, or at least loosened himself from me. I pulled myself back from him and put my hand on his shoulders just to make sure he wouldn't do it again. My breathing had actually sped up since fighting against him was like a puppy trying to push it's mother across a room. It was difficult, to say the least.

I accustomed myself to Michaels' shenanigans that he pulled just about everyday. Whether we were in public, by ourselves, or if it was something simple or something completely dumb, I had gotten used to it and expected it from him. I had remember telling him that I felt more as his mother than anything and to this day it's still true. I was constantly making sure that he was out of trouble and just keeping himself together, but at the same time he was doing the same to me.

At the beginning, I hated that he treated me like that. Like I was this valuable and rare item that would only came along once and would absolutely disappear if he had made one mistake. And I believe that's why he wanted nothing to do with me after we had gotten caught. He had the fear that he had messed up and that the glass he treated me as had shattered. Even when I was carelessly that night, he still holds it over himself like it's all his fault even though we've moved passed that.

After burning up a good hour of our sleep by goofing off, we'd both eventually fell tired and heavy as our eyelids did too. I don't exactly know what time we had fallen asleep, but I knew that we'd definitely both have under 8 hours of sleep since we had an early morning.

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Michael's soft voice ran through my ear and then my skin became suddenly chilled as he had ripped the blankets off of me to wake me up. My eyes shot open, looking down towards my feet to see Michael standing with just a white towel wrapped around his waist.

"What the hell, Michael?" I raised my voice at him and snatched the blanket back, making it very obvious that I was not a morning person. I shut my eyes once again to block him out, but the water droplets on my face from his wet hair was enough to wake me up. "It's what?" I said, furrowing my eyebrows and looking at the wall clock. "9AM and I'm already done with you." I spoke rather harshly.

"Aw." He cooed, giving me a gentle smile. He leaned down to me pressing his lips to my forehead. "You're so cute when you're mad." He batted his eyelashes at me, making the sarcasm drip from his mouth. I shooed him away with my hand and swung my legs over the edge of the bed.

"It's so early." I groaned as I rubbed my temples.

"But it's moving day!" Michael called from all the way down the hall. "15 whole hours in a car with me." I heard his laughter follow, but it only went for so long. I looked down at my bare legs and took in the situation that I was in and smiled to myself as I couldn't believe the madness of what had happened. Finding out I was moving, then when I left, then actually being here and Michael showing up to tell me that I was not in fact staying here after all. No matter how much I'd warmed up to this small city, nothing compared to what was back home. I sighed a breath of relief and looked to my side and out the windows that were once covered by curtains.

"Moving day."

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A/N:

i'm so so sorry this took nearly 2 weeks to update as it's usually every few days, i was just feeling a little beat down and didn't feel creative and i wanted to give you guys something worth reading, so here you goooo :-)

i can't believe this is almost over, there will be two more chapters then an epilogue and there might be a sequel if enough people want one and i have a a good go with it!!

also, now that this is almost over, my luke fanifc (when we collide) will be updated more often and i'll get a go on that and then my calum one will follow shortly after :-)

thank you so much if you're reading, 57K reads is incredible ilysm