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Another Part Of Me - Part 6

Kissed him. This time Michael didn't push me away. I did. Well, after a bit.

"What's wrong?" he asked. I paused. Thomas? I thought. "Nothing," I said and kissed him again.

After talking for an hour, I realised: wasn't Thomas meant to be back by now?

THREE HOURS LATER:

Thomas still wasn't back. Michael was still talking to me. "And I think that's just..." he paused to look at his watch. He gasped. "It's one am!" he shrieked. "Where's Thomas?" I asked nobody in particular. Then I realised. He wasn't coming back. Not tonight anyway.

"I better head home!" said Michael. "Oh, stay for a bit!" I protested. "No I gotta go! See you... oh by the way..." "Hold on," I cut in. "You can stay over here. Why not?" I asked. "Sure," he agreed. "But what about when your boyfriend comes back?" "He won't," I said.

I got changed into my pyjamas. "I haven't got any!" said Michael. "How come?" I asked. "I didn't think I'd be staying!" said Michael. "You can borrow Thomas's," I offered. "I can't be stealing his pyjamas!" he giggled. "No, he'll never know, he doesn't know he's got them yet, they're for his birthday in May," I said. We both laughed for a minute and I went to get the pyjamas. "You can keep them if you like," I offered. "Your birthday is only in August!" We laughed again and Michael went into the bathroom to get changed. He came out quickly and walked into the spare room. "There's no way I can stay in here! And where's the bed?" asked Michael. All the removal stuff was in the room. "Well I guess..." "Can I sleep in your bed?" asked Michael. "NO WAY! What do you think you're doing? You're on the sofa!" I yelled and pushed him towards the stairs. "But..." "No If's, no But's, you are NOT sleeping in my bed!" Michael groaned and wondered downstairs.

I went into the bedroom and yawned. I climbed in to bed and fell asleep straightaway.

But a short time later, my sleep was interupted.

I turned over and bumped into something. I opened my eyes. It was a someone. "MICHAEL?!" I screeched. He awoke with a start. "Is it morning?" he asked. "NO! I thought I told you, DON'T SLEEP IN MY BED! GET OUT! NOW!" Michael murmured sleepily and turned over. I took the covers off him and pushed him out. "Whoa!" he cried as he rolled into the bedside table.

I walked around the bed. Michael sat on the floor rubbing his head. "Are you ok?" I asked. "Fine," Michael answered but he didn't look it. I sighed. "Get into bed! BUT!" "But what?" asked Michael. "Do NOT cross this line..." I ran my finger down the middle of the bed to demonstrate. "Or you till be sorry. UNDERSTAND?" "Yeeeeaaahh...." but I could tell Michael wasn't gonna. "GET IT? Honestly do not cross," I scolded and climbed into bed.

Michael got in and pushed straight over the 'line'. "MICHAEL!" I screamed. "OK, OK," he answered. But he didn't move. I pushed him back into the side table. "AaAaAAhhHhHhh" he cried but this time he held onto the bed table to stop him going that far. He came straight back past the 'line'. "See? I can avoid it!" he said. He laughed. I laughed.

THE NEXT MORNING:

I woke up with a start. Last night came back to me. I turned over. Michael wasn't there.

"Michael?" I groaned. I got up and got dressed. I walked downstairs sleepily. I seen Michael sitting on the sofa watching TV. "What took you so long?" asked Michael. "What time is it?" "12 pm," he replied. "Oh. Well, uh... you can't stay here all day you know," I said and turned the TV off. "OK," sighed Michael and walked towards the door.

"When can we see each other again?" he asked. "We can't," I answered. "Huh? What do you mean?" "I mean everything... it was a mistake. We can't see eachother again. Don't tell anyone that you came or what happened, got that?" "Uh... But Britney..." started Michael, but I closed the door on him.

"Britney! I love you!" I ignored it and made my way into the living room. Then I heard someone come in.

"Hiya!" I exclaimed. "What were you doing? Why were you so long?" "Look, I wanna say sorry about yesterday and I got you something." "What?" I asked him. Thomas bent down on one knee. "Baby... Will you marry me?" he asked.

I said...

PART SEVEN SOON!

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