michael and i bonded a lot over the past few months, and my feelings for him just grew immensely. but the problem was, i had no idea if he liked me back or not.

when you think about it, my thoughts were extremely childish and i really felt like a wimp for not being more forward about my feelings.

we were sitting at my house, and had just finished our third round of FIFA, which michael was surprisingly excellent at.

"wow, michael, you're like, really good." he laughed lightly, "what, you weren't expecting me to be good at FIFA? i am offended, lucas." michael feigned a pout and held a pale hand over his heart.

"sorry, babe, but that sounds like a you problem." i chuckled, booping his cold nose. "are you cold?" i questioned.

"sort of, but i'm always cold." he shrugged. "cuddle?" i asked in a childish voice, "fine. but only cause you're cute." michael ruffled my hair and i beamed at him, not caring that he'd messed up my quiff.

michael tugged me over to the couch, plopping down on the cushions.

"get me a pillow, asshat!" he laughed teasingly and pushed me toward the direction of my bedroom. after retrieving pillows, i ran over to him, jumping onto the couch and falling on michael. "lucas hemmings, i swear i'm going to stab you witha fork if you don't get off me." michael said, making me giggle like a damn schoolgirl.

"well, that's just rude, michael clifford. damn rude." i attempted to be serious, but ended up laughing and rolling off of his tiny body and next to it instead.

"thanks, asshat. also, since when have i cared at all about rudeness? and i thought you knew me! talk about fake friendships!" he giggled, shoving my shoulder.

"oh, hush, short stuff." i chuckled, pulling his small body into my much larger frame. "hey, i'm not that short!" he mumbled into my chest, snuggling more into me. "michael, please. you're only five feet tall. i'm literally a foot and four inches taller than you." (A/n: shut the FÜCK UP I CAN MAKE MICHAEL 5 FEET TALL its for the story and fiction is gr8)

"speaking of rude." michael giggled quietly. i smiled and played with his soft, pink hair. "i never said i didn't like it. in fact, i think it's absolutely adorable. i think you're adorable in general, really." michael hummed in response and yawned cutely.

"well that's some damn proof right there if you ask me." i said, earning a laugh from the petite boy against me. "shut up, hemmings."