#mcimagine

This imagine is gonna be pretty short, but I wanted to write a little somethin based off of how I’ve been feelings about these seasons lately!

“MICHAEL! GET YOUR ASS OUTSIDE!”

Michael was launched from his position on the couch upon hearing your frantic yell. He rushed to the front door, nearly tripping over his own feet as he scrambled to get to you. His heart thumped loudly in his chest. He shouldn’t have let you go to the store alone. What if you were hurt? What if something had happened?

Michael threw open the door, a blast of pleasantly warm air hitting his face. He froze when his eyes locked on you.

You were bent over, grocery bags in your hands, staring intensely at the ground. Michael briskly walked over to you.

“Babe? What is it?” he asked, placing his hand on your shoulder. You pointed down to a small, fragile object on the sidewalk. Michael narrowed his eyes, leaning down slightly to take a look at what had gotten you so worked up.

A leaf.

A single, red-colored leaf. 

Michael blinked slowly, trying to think of how a leaf could have possibly gotten you into this much of a tizzy. “Y/N, it’s a fucking leaf.” he said, straightening up and shaking his head. “You had me all freaked out over a leaf. I thought you had been like, stabbed or something.” 

You looked up at him, grinning. “Michael, do you realize what this means? Fall is coming!” you exclaimed, completely disregarding his concerns and leaning down and picking up the fallen leaf.

Michael rolled his eyes. “It’s September 11th, Y/N. The temperature has just barely begun to cool down. I think you need to wait a couple more weeks.” he tried to hide the amusement in his tone.

You hit his arm. “Oh, hush! Don’t be such a scrooge.” you said, pinching his cheek. 

“Wrong season, Y/N.” Michael snorted, grabbing your hand and kissing it softly. He couldn’t stay mad at you and your silliness. He knew how excited you got at the season’s transition from boiling hot to chilly sweater weather. You loved having lazy autumn days, wrapped up in Michael’s arms and wearing one of his giant sweaters. He couldn’t say it didn’t bring him a hint of joy as well; he would take any excuse to cuddle you all day.

You reached up and squished his face. “Babe, it’s September. After this month is October. October means Halloween. Halloween means cool weather and pumpkins and candy and all the good things!” you exclaimed. Michael giggled and shook his head.

“You’re a goof.” he teased, kissing your forehead. “But I love you anyways. Now let me help you with these groceries.” he took a few bags from your hands. You pouted as you followed him inside.

Summary: You’re in love with Bestfriend!Michael and you try to tell him.

Warnings: None

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I stood before the blank canvas before throwing my paintbrush down with a sigh. All I wanted was to punch someone. That someone being my best friend, Michael Clifford. He frustrated me to no end, which was especially horrible since he was so damn attractive. My small crush in middle school had developed into a deep love for the green-eyed boy who played the guitar. And I finally had gotten the courage to tell him.

*3 days earlier*

“Fuck, Y/N,” Michael groaned, tossing his game controller on the couch, “How are you so damn good at fifa?” I let out a small laugh,

“I learned from the very best Mikey.” He crossed his arms,

“You weren’t supposed to get better than me.”

“You love it,” I teased.

“I love you,” He retorted with a small smirk on his face. My heart stopped and I turned to look at him,

“You’re joking right?” Michael snorted,

“We’ve been friends for years, of course I love you, squirt.” I closed my eyes and my heart sunk into my chest. Was he really this oblivious?

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” A worried Michael questioned, looking down at me. I abruptly stood up,

“I have to go.” I grabbed my phone and slipped on my shoes before arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me back.

“Michael, please,” I whispered. His grip loosened. I turned to look at the concerned expression on his face.

“Don’t shut me out, Y/N,” He said softly, his eyes boring into mine. I couldn’t do it anymore. I knew he could never feel the same way. A tear slid down my cheek,

“I love you, Mikey, okay? And not like my best friend.” I took one look at his face before I spun on my heel and ran. I slammed the door behind me and took off down the street towards my house.

*present*

I couldn’t get the picture out of my head of the shocked expression that had rested on Michael’s face only three days prior. That was Sunday. It was now Tuesday, and I had convinced my parents I was sick so I wouldn’t have to go to school to face him. I was scared because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, but I couldn’t stand just being friends.

Suddenly it came to me, the paintbrush swirling across the canvas as the colors flew across the previously white abyss. I was so focused I didn’t hear the familiar rattle of my bedroom window.

“Are you painting me?”

I shrieked and hurled the paintbrush at the intruder.

“What the fuck Y/N?” Michael exclaimed, now covered in paint. My eyes widened as I took in the sight of him standing in my bedroom.

“What are you doing here?” I whispered. He took a step towards me, his eyes twinkling,

“Answer my question first.” I glanced back at the poor canvas I had been taking my frustrations out on and realised it had turned into Michael. A variety of colors of fringe hung down across his forehead, his mouth formed into the signature smirk I had grown to love so much. The background was a spiral of darkness and the bright colors of his hair were beginning to be pulled into it.

“I suppose so,” I mused, glancing down at my fiddling hands. He tilted my head up so I was looking into his eyes,

“I called you-”

“I know,” I muttered. He continued like I hadn’t interrupted him,

“But you didn’t answer. I was going to-” He paused, “Oh fuck it,” before crashing his lips to mine. My heart could have exploded. My arms went around his neck and his wrapped around my waist. I pulled away to breathe and our foreheads rested together.

“Does that explain it?” Michael whispered. I giggled, leaning in to kiss him again when I felt his arm reach behind me. Before I could comprehend what was happening, he had splattered paint all over me.

“MICHAEL GORDON,” I screeched. He smiled,

De nada! >.<