My head turned to that voice. I knew it. 

"Michael?" I looked at his face. Oh no.

His nose was bloody, his eyes had tears at the sides. 

"Oh dear boy! Are you sure? Look at your nose!" The lady quickly got up from her chair. 

"I'm fine. Cmon Y/n" He walked over and held his hand out. I was going to grab it but I remembered what happened. I refused it and got up by myself. The lady was surprised at the sudden arrival of Michael but she let us go. Honestly what kind of teacher is she?

I walked to Michaels car. I sat inside and looked the opposite direction, away from Michael. I heard him snigger.

"You kidding me?! You scared me half to death and you laugh!?" I gave him an angry expression. If only I could punch his bloody nose again. 

"What? It was funny" Michael stuck his tongue out. I really wasn't having it.

"You better take me home this instant. You just made my mood way worse." I said in such a tone that made him perk up and start the car. I was so mad at him. How dare he scare me!

He drove to my house. I occasionally sneezed or coughed. He would say bless you though. I didn't care.

"Well..here we go." He pulled up to my home. I thanked him quickly and got out of his car. I missed that vanilla scent..for some reason..  

I walked to my door and knocked. 

No answer.

I knocked again.

No answer.

"What on earth?" I groan and take my phone out. I see messages from my mother.

"Y/n Darling. I'm so sorry but me and your father are out of town for a meeting. We'll be back tomorrow though. Take care of yourself, theres soup in the fridge. Warm it up when you're hungry. See you soon sweetie" 

I scoffed. Always gone somewhere. Michael was gone, I think he was mad at me. For what? Yelling at him? Tch. I go to the garden near my door, picking up a pebble, I see a small hole. I grabbed the key which had dirt embedded in the lines of the key. 

"Good thing there's another key" I huffed and went to my front door. I clicked the key into the keyhole and let myself in. The house looked really clean, I guess mother cleaned before she left. 

Letting out an exhale, I walk to my room and drop my bag with a thud. I flopped on my bed. I was so tired. Whatever I've caught is making me exhausted. I laid in the same position for some time.

"I should change." I say, my voice muffled from the duvet on my face. I finally got up and looked in the mirror. I mean.. I looked horrible but I was wearing pretty comfy clothes. I hug my arms, I missed the warmth of my bed. The sweater was helping though...it was really comfortable. I inhale and smell a weak scent of vanilla.

"Dammit Michael." I scoffed. I can't believe he scared me like that. My eyelids were heavy. I returned to my bed, pulling the duvet up to my shoulders. I shut my eyes and relaxed. I coughed for a bit, a burning sensation accompanied my dry throat. Clearing my throat, I exhale and finally feel peace. As I was about to sleep, piercing ringing filled the house.

I groaned. What the hell?

The ringing continued. I think it was my doorbell. I quickly scrambled to my feet. I looked at the mirror, my hair was a mess! I patted my tangled strands and scurried to the door. I quickly opened it and I saw him.

"Why are you here Michael." I give him a stern tone. 

"It feels wrong to let you stay by yourself..especially in your sick state" He smiled weakly.

"..where is this coming from?" I tilt my head on the door. I was exhausted.

"I just..nevermind.." He bit back his tongue, refraining himself from saying anything else. I held my forehead, it pounded against my hand. 

"Whatever, just- just come in" I move out of the way and Michael walks in. He looks around the house.

"Heh, nice house princess" He nudged me and I returned a lazy blink. 

"I guess." I replied.

What was he even doing here. Michael gave me a glance. 

"..what is it.." I huffed.

"..are- are you hungry?" He cleared his throat.

"Uh..a little bit-" Before I could finish my sentence, Michael grabbed my hand and pulled me to the kitchen. He gave me a chair and pushed me down.

"Hold on princess. I'm about to cook up a storm" Michael stood in a confidence stance. He winked and opened the fridge. He started grabbing things out.

"Woah woah. You can't just- come in here and start grabbing stuff from the kitchen-!" I get up from my seat and walked over. Michael turned and held my shoulders. He leaned his face closer to mine.

"That's true..but..just let me do this for you" He looked into my e/c orbs. His blue eyes stared at mine. I held the stare but then I started to cough.

"Oh- Are you okay?" Michael  held one of my arms while I cleared my throat.

"Yea- Yeah I'm- fine" I huffed and sniffed.

"Alright-..well..I better get to work" Michael let go and started searching for things. He opens cupboards and the pantry.

"Princess where's the flour?" He called as he kept searching.

"Over here" I get the large flour bag out and throw it on the table. The bag was huge and really heavy. I groaned. I really shouldn't have done that.

"Thanks Y/n- Alright go sit down. Lemme show you how a master chef works his way around a kitchen!" He nudges me and sends a wink. I smiled and sat down near the counter. He brings everything where I was sitting and he starts to add things in.

"So! Whatcha making?" I tilted my head as he poured eggs into flour.

"Y/n, my father is the owner of many pizzerias. What else am I making?" He looked at me with a sly smirk.

"You're making pizza!" My eyes widened. I was craving pizza.

"Well..you better not burn my house down" I remarked.

"Tch. I mean not with you in of course" He clicked his tongue and started to knead the dough. I watched him do it, his hair was in the way.

"Agh..hold on. Stay right there" I warn Michael and quickly run to my room. I got two hair ties and run back to a confused Michael. Oh this is going to be so funny!

"Okay. Could- could you crouch down?" I cleared my throat. Michael gave me a funny look.

"I mean..sure..but I don't have a ring" Michael sent a smirk. I rolled my eyes.

"This'll help with the hair" I took a handful of Michaels hair and tied one half into a pigtail, then the other. His hair was so soft, it felt like a warm bunny. I walk back and burst out laughing.

"What? What is it?" Michael got up and took his phone out. He looks at himself and his eyes widened.

"Oh you're so gonna pay for that!" He sets down the phone and goes after me. I shriek and run to the living room. I was a bit slow and Michael caught me from the front. 

"WOAH-!" 

I topple on top of Michael. Oh crap- I tried to get up but my arms failed me. My body ached. I heard Michaels heartbeat erratically faster. 

"I- I" I stuttered and quickly got up. Michaels face was really red. I sat up. He looked quite funny. I stifled my laughter. 

"I mean you look great" I stood up and gave him my hand. He took it and I take a look at my now flour covered hand. "ew" I scrunched my nose and dusted the flour off my hand. 

"You know- I can see way better" He had a puzzled expression on his face.. 

"Now Cmon, is that pizza gonna cook itself or what?" Michael tilted his head to the kitchen and walked over, I followed him. Huh, wonder what's gonna happen.

A/n

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