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“I’m tired”
I *sniffle*
But he just stays silent after that probably thinking of something to say.
“Hang on” is all I hear before he hangs up.
‘Did he just hang up on me, no that’s not like Michael at all, what just happened??’
Confused I start thinking on why he would hang up on me but before I knew it I hear footsteps outside my window, curious (‘like always’) I look outside my window and
There he is, running like he skates, in just his t-shirt and jeans.
I see him slowing down as he approaches my window and climbs up. He wave’s through the window and I open it. My eyes still a bit red and puffy from crying I stare at him and in absolute disbelief and ask.
“What are you doing you idiot?”
“I came over because you were crying and as my job as your boyfriend and best friend I decided that you and I are having a little sleepover with what little time is left of the night.” A pause, then “and because we haven’t had a sleepover in a while”
He smiles brightly, it’s actually so bright, his smile always makes me feel a
bit better about life every time I see it.
Now he’s on the other side of my bed and he’s looking at me like he’s waiting for me to something, and when I don’t he goes.
“So are you going to tell my why you were crying and why you feel like shit?”
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to of course, we can also just watch films and fall asleep if you want?” He quickly ads.
I look at him, still in disbelief this is happening, speechless for a while but then I sort of croak out.
“I’ve just been feeling extra shit and I honestly have no idea why.”
I start to tear up and put my hands to my eyes to wipe them,then I can feel his hands slowly lower mine and hold them. He looks me in the eyes and simply says.
“And that’s alright, sometimes we as humans just feel like shit and want to cry but that is completely normal and alright.”
I’m not completely sure why I do what I do next but I hug him and cry some more.
“Can we still watch a film though?” I ask
“Of course Tori”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
We positioned ourselves so I am sitting in between his legs and my head rests on his chest with the laptop on my lap. We put on a film and half way through it but I start to drift off, and right before I fall asleep I say.
“I love you, Michael Holden”
“I love you too, Tori Spring”
And then I’m off, fast asleep in his arms.
It’s funny because it’s true