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I hopped into my blue Jeep, armed with blankets and two bags of Doritos and headed over to Michael's house. it was almost a half an hour drive but I knew it was worth it. He needed me and I knew I had to be there for him. I don't think I could deny Michael anything at that point, I'd give him anything.

His house was a normal-sized duplex, and he came out when he saw me pull up. "Hey, know where you wanna go yet?" Michael shook his head.

"Figured I'd let you decide. It seems fair, since you drove all the way here," He said. "I'm just so happy to finally meet you, I've wanted to forever."

"Me too, I always wanted to see how your smile looked in person."

Michael smiled. "That was absolutely awful if you were trying to flirt with me," he laughed. "But that's fine, 'cause I'll take it, if you were."

"I was," I smile, running a hand through my hair. "I know I suck at flirting sometimes, I hope you don't mind,"

"I don't."

And we were still sitting in his driveway.

"There's this park near my house if you want to go," I suggested, putting the car in reverse.

"Let's go then," he watched me closely while I almost shakily put my arm around his seat to back out of his driveway. "So what have you been up to lately?" Michael asked as we drove down the highway.

"Oh, uh, well, I went to a party last weekend and made a friend, but thats pretty much all I've done in a while, I've been pretty busy with my Twitter account."

"Oh right, I guess looking at you, I forgot you are a full-time teenage internet therapist. Can you right that off on your taxes or what?" Michael laughed, tilting his head cutely to fix his gaze on the side of my head. He looked at me like a painting, a wondering gaze committing my features to memory.

"I wish; maybe one day," I smiled gently, basking in the lightness of our conversation, a refreshing contrast to the deep and emotionally taxing messages exchanged between my followers and me.

Darkness blanketed the sky by the time we got to the park, about eight o'clock. "It's lovely here," Michael murmured while looking up at the sky through the car window.

"Is this the part where I tell you you're lovelier, or should I hold off on that one?" I asked playfully, opening up my door and hopping out into the chilled air. He laughed a little while he got out as well.

"I think I'm just going to ignore that statement, you're cheesy and I'm lactose intolerant, unfortunately." Michael clasped his hands in front of him, shifting his weight from one foot to the other while I grabbed the blankets and snacks from the back of my car. I smiled with a fondness I wasn't aware I had and quickly shut my door so I could sprint over to Michael and clasp our hands together, leading him to a patch of grass on the hill overlooking the city. I draped the blanket over the grass and gestured for him to sit first. I sat down close enough that our shoulders brushed and grabbed the other blanket, draping it over our shoulders. There was a slight chill in the air that drove Michael to rest his head on my shoulder with a smile I could just barely see in the depth of the night.

We spent a few moments listening to the way our breaths seemed to sync, the close proximity allowing me to feel the heat of his cheek and right side seeping into my pores. Michael lifted his head off my shoulder after a while and before I could miss the feeling, he placed a delicate hand on my jawline, prompting me to turn to face him. There was a certain curiosity in his eyes that I couldn't really understand even if I tried. I leaned in first, brushing my lips over his while leaving enough space in case he wanted to back out. He didn't.

Our lips fit together like the last two pieces of a puzzle that's been waiting for completion for months. The warmth of his skin, bare and soft against my own, made me shiver. I'd never felt a kiss so intimate, all lips and minimal tongue. There was nothing to prove, no insistent touching, only the feeling of the hand that had been on my jaw moving up to thread itself through my hair. I caressed his hip over his waistband with my right hand so softly it could almost pass as a mindless gesture. I moved my left hand so that my fingers fit themselves into the spaces between his fingers supporting his weight on the blanket. We stayed like that for what felt like hours, but when we finally pulled apart, it felt like it was over all too soon.

"Do you think the stars have feelings?" Michael whispered, hand dropping from my hair to my shoulder. I couldn't help the chuckle that escaped my lungs as I stared at him in awe.

"We must be made of stardust for a reason, right?"

He couldn't help but kiss me again.

hey I kinda couldn't leave yall hanging since i havent updated in forever. i have the worst senioritis i swear. also do u guys like spn????? i j finished it a bit ago and im lowkey in love but i feel like the only people who like the show are either super weird or super horny,..,,,,.also on a more somber note, mac miller's death has sincerely fucked me tf up ok like I feel my artist's pain coming back,.. u kno like when ur super depressed so ur art is way better quality like idk. also im sinking into my depression like i never do my hw and i just smoke weed every day and i leave school during free periods to smoke and shit,.. and im playing w 3 different boys feelings like im just a piece of shit lately LMAO lmk if u read all of this bc im a mEss

love u xoxo - L