Sophie

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"F.uck."

Out of every way I was expecting to be woken up this morning, I didn't think it would be from my best friend having a w.et dream.

Michael had his arms around me with his fingertips digging deeply into my hips. I knew bruises would be forming. He was lazily g.rinding against my leg and I wanted to do nothing more than to push him off the bed.

"F.uck, Sophie," he m.oaned louder.

I froze from where I had been lying and slowly turned towards my overly h.orny friend. Not only was he having a w.et dream but he was having a w.et dream about me. I could feel a blush rising on my cheeks and I wanted desperately to bury myself in a hole.

"So-Sophie. Oh my god, f.uck."

Michael started moving his hips h.arder and his m.oans got louder. I only let it last about two seconds more before I couldn't take it anymore.

I poked Michael repeatedly on the cheek harshly. He woke up abruptly and moved himself up quickly, causing our foreheads to hit. F.uck, Michael.

"Wha-what the fuck?" Michael groaned.

"Michael, dammit," I said rubbing my head in the spot where Michael and I had collided.

"Why did you wake me up?" he grumbled.

"More like why did you wake me up?" I asked, I was trying to hint towards Michael's b.oner that was still digging into my leg. He lifted the blanket up slightly and there was a very, very noticible tent in his b.oxers. There was a massive blush on my face and I was trying to hide in my hands.

"Oh my god, shit So-Sophie, I'm so sorry," he started apologizing repeatedly with a giant blush on his face.

"Chill, I'm obviously very used to being woken up by my best friend m.oaning my name," I said shrugging as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

Michael blushed even more and now his face matched his hair.

"I'll be right back," he said frantically running to the bathroom, leaving me on the bed feeling confused as hell.

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Things between Michael and I were awkward to say the least. He wouldn't look at me in the eyes and if we talked he would only respond with one word. I don't know if he was embarrassed or what but honestly I didn't really mind. I have caught Michael in so many less compromising situations so honestly it was really confusing on why he was freaking out.

"Michael, do you have anything planned for today?" I asked lazily. We had been sitting in the living room and I had been draped ungracefully over the recliner.

I had gotten quite bored of scrolling through my phone to the point where I had started looking up one-shots and imagines. And maybe a bit of smut, but Michael didn't have to know that.

"No," he mumbled.

"OK, I'll call Calum then to see if he wants to do anything," I said thinking out loud.

"No, don't do that," Michael whined, jumping up quickly and taking my phone, shoving it into his b.oxers.

"What the f.uck, Michael?" I snapped, I was pissed. Not only hadn't he talked to me all day but when I tried to make plans, he goes and takes my phone, shoving it into his pants. I don't ever want it back knowing that it's been rubbing against his j.unk.

"You go and don't talk to me all day because of a fucking w.et dream you had when everyone has them, so you shouldn't be embarrassed, and you can't even look me in the eyes. You haven't said more than five words in a sentence to me at all, we aren't even close to each other like we were three days ago and if this is going to go on for two months, I don't see the point in being here," I said exasperated and running my fingers through my hair. I pushed it out of my face and I saw Michael look at me sadly.

"Don't leave me," he said sadly and I almost went to hug him but I stopped myself.

"Michael Clifford, you are the most confusing boy I have ever met," I said rolling my eyes before storming off back to my- Michael's room.

I sat down on the bed and grabbed my laptop from where it was resting on the bedside table. I didn't know who to Skype call, Valeria would still be asleep and Nora was still on vacation so I quickly hit the call button on the only person I thought would answer. I was upset and I just wanted to talk to someone.

"Hey bug, how's Australia so far?" the voice said as soon as it answered.

I was met face to screen with Halen, I missed my brother.

"Have you done the do with Michael yet?" he asked and I rolled my eyes, of course as a protective older brother he was going to ask that.

"No, definitely not," I said holding back a giggle.

"You guys didn't get the birthday s.ex?" he gasped and I rolled my eyes again.

I had a habit of roling my eyes when talking to my brother.

"You're literally so stupid, I don't know why I called you in the first place," I said and this time Halen was the one rolling his eyes.

"I guess I'll just hang up then-" he started but I quickly cut him off.

"No, please, I'm sad and I have no one to talk to about it," I whined.

"Why not talk to Michael?" Halen asked.

"He's the reason why I am sad, he's f.ucking with my emotions," I sighed.

"What did he do?" he asked.

"I guess I thought that he'd be able to guess my feelings and reciprocate them back and sometimes he does but other times he goes and makes out with a girl in front of me and I'm not sure what to think. Halen, he had a f.ucking w.et dream about me this morning but now he won't even talk to me and it's pissing me off. I just miss my best friend," I said quietly hoping Michael wasn't listening in. That was definitely the last thing I needed Michael to hear.

I wiped at a tear that had rolled down my cheek and Halen frowned.

"If I were there, I'd punch him," Halen said shrugging his shoulders.

"I feel like you would but then part of you wouldn't want to deal with fangirls," I said, giggling a bit at the thought of my brother getting his hair ripped out by an 11 year old wearing a "Future Mrs. Hemmings" shirt.

"Why don't you just talk to Michael about it? Tell him how you really feel," Halen said.

"I can't. I can't lose my best friend," I said, my voice dropping as I talked.

"If he truly is your best friend, you guys will remain best friends because you will be able to get over it."

"I can't lose him Halen, I can't," I said.

"You won't lose him," Halen sighed.

"Soph?" a voice called out, knocking on the door, "Can I come in?"

It was Michael.

"F.uck, Halen," I hissed and Halen covered his face with his hands to hold back a laugh.

I hated my brother.

"No, I'm changing," I called out, looking down and saw Halen glaring at me through the screen.

"No she's not!" Halen called out and quickly trying to close the laptop, I realized I was screwed.

I really hated my brother.

Michael opened the door, peaking in quickly. He physically relaxed once he saw that I very much not changing and was actually lying on the bed Skyping my idiot brother.

"Can we talk?" he asked glancing towards Halen than back at me.

His hair was ruffled slightly, probably from running his fingers through it, he was wearing an oversized, slouchy sweater and a pair of dark grey boxers. He was chewing on his lip nervously and he was pulling at his sweater sleeves out of habit. He was breathtaking.

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Hello all of my lovely readers, okay so it took me forever to write because this week was state testing and my teachers gave me two projects and ugh I'm just really stressed right now so I took a small break from trying to update really. I have been working on my other stories as well and I'm really proud of them so if you want to read them, you should. I had to change some of the wording and stuff in this because Wattpad almost put it as R like wtf. Anyways, it was sort of smut but not really.

I have a really busy week next week but after that it's spring break and I know for a fact that I'm not going anywhere so expect updates more quickly. I can't believe this story has gotten to 22k reads and oh my god, I love every single one of you for reading it and I can't wait to continue updating. Don't forget to vote and I LOVE reading your comments. I love you all. Xx

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