Fallen Angels and Broken Wishes (One on One)

Micheal gave another soft snore, a slight rasp worked into his voice. Crying before bed has done something to his voice.

(Ooooooooooooffff I have lè ideaaaaa)

(Whtatatatatatattatataa)

(Okalee dokalee sooooooo what if after they wake up and stuff they go to, like, make breakfast or somethin and the kitchen it really tight or something?)

(Whoa, I'm tired. Look at all that incorrect grammar and crap XD)

(What do you mean by tight kitchen x’D)

(She tries to help and stuff but they get a little close and their faces get red and then boom chemistry)

(Oh yeah we can do that)

(Yeet okay, who shall continue?)

(Yoooouuuu shallll)

(Okalee dokallleeeeeeeeee)

Red lay there for a moment thinking about the past few days. Earth is different, but I like it. Her leg was asleep tangled up with Micheal's. She attempted to move it a little without waking him up.

Micheal let her move it from his. His snoring simmered down slightly. After a few moments he rose his head slightly from her chest, making a soft noise in his throat. His pillow kept moving.

Crap.

She wasn't sure if he was actually awake. "You awake?" She crossed her fingers in hopes that she didn't wake him, but her leg felt better. That was a plus.

Micheal moved back away from her and blinked sleepily. “Mmmmmm… what’s goin’ on?” He asked with a slur in his voice.

She looked to him and chuckled a little at his drowsiness. "Umm, well. You fell asleep. And then I did too. Sorry, didn't mean to wake you."

Micheal let her go and laid back down in his bed. “I’m sorry,” He mumbled into his pillow.

"It's fine. There's no reason to be sorry." She wasn't sorry, so why should he be?

Micheal looked up at her slowly. “You are very comfy and warm. Thank you.”

She laughed. "You're welcome, I guess?" She'd never been thanked for that before.

He didn’t laugh with her. He meant the compliment.
“Yeah. You’re welcome.”

"I- Okay." Red smiled warmly. He's changed a little… Or maybe it's just me…

Micheal set his head back down on his pillow. He wanted to snuggle up with her again, but he resisted the urge.

(Ohmygosh he's such a cinnamon roll)

It had gotten colder seeing as Micheal was a little ways away. She laid back and studied the ceiling. What exactly now?

(I knowowowooww)

Micheal scooted ever so closer to her. She was warm, like a blazing star or the sun.

She felt the movement, however small it was, and smiled. She turned on her side facing him which brought her a tad bit closer to him.

Micheal opened his eyes so he was looking at her steadily. He covered his face in his hands, resisting the urge to smile like a dork.

She could feel her smile widening. "What?"

Micheal blinked at her a couple times. “N-nothing.”

"So…you're covering you face… For nothing?" She smirked a little. "If you say so."

Micheal turned a faint red. “I-I am covering my face for a reason.”