#cliffdork

You set the controller on your knee that was pointing towards the ceiling and waited for Michael to walk into the living room. The scent of Chinese food hit your nose and you groaned loudly, throwing your head back against the couch. “Thank god you brought food!” You shouted as Michael set the plastic bags down on the living room table in front of you. The red head simply shook his head, pulling his hoodie up and over his head, throwing it somewhere across the room.

“How come I always have to come home to you playing Xbox in my favorite spot?” Michael grumbled with his back turned but the smile was evident in his voice. He turned around and handed you your lo mein before falling onto the couch next to you with his sesame chicken. You rolled your eyes, chewing your mouthful of lo mein only a little bit before mumbling “oh shut up. You love when I’m here.” And Michael just nodded because you two had been best friends for so long it was just normal to have you around. And if he was being honest, he wouldn’t want it any other way.

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“It’s really bad out there.” You commented to noone in particular, chewing on your lower lip, eyebrows furrowed with concern.Michael had gone out to get food and it started storming just 10 minutes afterthe bottle blond had left. You had taken up a permanent spot by the glass door,looking for any sign of your coworker. You crossed your arms over your chestand sighed, leaning your forehead against the cold of the glass with your eyesclosed.

When you first started working at the music store Michaelwas the one to train you. The pair of you ended up having most of the sameshifts, often working nights and closing the store together. He was kind ofintimidating at first with his tall frame and eyebrow piercing that made hispale face look paler than it already did. He was always loud, even at 10 atnight when you were sleepy and trying to nap as he swept the floor. You hadgotten pretty close to Michael over the year of you working there. You’d bothspent the night at each other’s houses, spent various dinners with each other’sparents, been to many concerts together along with all the nights you hadgotten wasted in the little suite behind his house. So to say you were worriedwas an understatement.

 You opened your eyes and stared straight into a veryfamiliar pair of green eyes through the glass. After gasping and almost peeingyour pants you backed away from the door, pushing it open with your foot.Michael walked through the door, holding various boxes of pizza and a couplebags. As soon as he set the bags down on the counter, he pulled off his hoodand shook out his hair like a wet dog. Not even caring about the fact that hewas soaking wet, you wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him. You lethim lift you off the ground and you wrapped your legs around his waist as youhugged him. Michael rubbed your back as you hugged him, your face resting onthe wet but somehow still warm crook of his neck. You inhaled his scent beforelifting your head and staring at his flushed face.

“You can’t even call me?” You asked, your eyebrowsfurrowed and eyes angry. “Hey, I was gone for half an hour.” Michaeltold you, slowly setting you down as you pouted at his response. “Did youhappen to notice the fucking storm outside?” You asked Michael with youreyebrows raised and arms crossed.

“It’s not even that serious!” Michael groaned andyou almost screamed. “Clifford! Are you kidding?” You pushed in frontof the boy who was currently trying his best to get to the pizza. “Okay,okay. I’ll call next time!” He whines, his green eyes never leaving thefood behind you. You sighed, shaking your head and moving to the side.Michael’s eyes widened and he attacked the top pizza box.