SONGS FOR THE CHAPTER

bad enough for you - all time low

nicotene - panic! at the disco

i must be dreaming - the maine

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"that was actually like the saddest movie i have ever watched, oh my god." michael said, sniffling. he sat up, lifting arabella, who had her head resting on his chest, at the same time. she groaned a little at the sudden shift, but didn't protest.

"it wasn't that bad," she argued, wiping around her eyes, where a few tears had fallen.

"you cried!" michael pointed out.

"yeah, but i didn't fucking sob!"

"well, it was depressing, okay? i thought it was going to be a funny movie, i didn't know that was how it was going to end, or that that was what it was about! like how the fuck did it go from gay orgy to so much death so quickly? like what the fuck?"

arabella shook her head, amused by his reaction. michael had been the one who picked the movie, claiming that it 'looked interesting'. he then proceeded to sob his way through the entire second half.

arabella had cried too, but only during the really sad parts. michael kind of cried the entire time, the smallest thing would set him off. and when the movie ended, gosh, he just couldn't keep it in anymore. but that's just the way michael was. he wasn't one to show his emotions in life and relationships and stuff, but when it came to movies or tv shows, the emotions just flowed out.

he cried during the fault in our stars for christ's sake. although, in michael's defense, almost everyone cried while watching the fault in our stars.

"pretty sure the plot of the movie explains how it went from gay orgy to death, michael. you're honestly such a dork sometimes," arabella teased, leaning over to kiss michael's cheek.

he smiled bashfully, almost forgetting about the sad movie, "shut up," he moaned, "you like it."

"i like you."

"i love you."

"i love you too."

"no, but like i really love you," michael gushed, "i don't even know how to explain it, i just want to be with you all the time and you make me happy and i wish we could just stay on this couch forever because it would mean that i got to be with you forever."

arabella giggled, "and where is all of this coming from?"

"i think we should move in together." he blurted out.

arabella's eyes shot open. obviously she had not been expecting that. and truthfully, neither had michael. the thought kind of just slipped from his mind and out of his mouth before he could stop it. but it was something that he really wanted.

"you want to move in here with me? like officially?"

michael shrugged, "i mean, maybe not here. but we could find ourselves a nice apartment together, maybe a little bigger, once i get myself a job, and we could even get a little kitten. and you could decorate the place with all of your cute little decorations and i could leave my clothes all over the place so people would know that it was my house also. and whenever people would come over and visit they'd be able to look around say, 'this is where arabella and michael live, together. this is their apartment.' that's all i really want. for us to have something, together."

arabella didn't know what to say, she just sat there in silence, watching as michael waited for her to say something. her silence was kind of freaking him out, he thought that she would want this to.

"say something," michael urged.

she blinked rapidly, before opening her mouth, "i thought you were a dog person?"

michael's brows furrowed in confusion, "what?"

"you said you wanted to get a kitten, i thought you were a dog person?"

"that's what you took from that?"

arabella shrugged.

michael rolled his eyes at her question, but answered it anyway, "i mean, i am i guess. i like kitten's too-"

"you kind of look like a kitten," she interrupted.

"i don't look like a kitten, i'm manly!"

"and who said men can't look like kittens?"

"biology? science? i don't know. all i know is that i do not look like a kitten." michael pouted.

arabella giggled, "you do! especially when you do that!"

he flexed his muscles, "how about now? do i look like a kitten now?"

"yeah, like a super buff kitten that i could cuddle all day with."

"i don't look like a kitten." michael whined.

"fine, whatever. continue what you were saying about being a dog person."

"i'm a dog person and i'm a cat person too, but i just thought that since we were moving into an apartment, we should get a cat because that's more sensible. unless you want one of those tiny ass chihuahua things, which i mean i could grow to love if you liked them-"

"no thank you."

"-but otherwise, i think we should wait until we move into a proper house before we get a dog. i just don't think we're at the 'house' stage yet."

"i didn't know we were at the 'move into a new apartment and get a kitten' stage yet." arabella admitted.

michael shrugged, "if you're not ready for that, i totally understand."

"i think i am. but i don't know, i mean, we haven't been together for that long. i feel like we should think about it first, and make sure it's what we want."

"why should i have to think about something if i know it what's i want? you're the person i want to spend the rest of my life with, i know that." michael said seriously.

"slow down there, cowboy." arabella warned, "talking about moving in together is a lot for me to take in as it is. don't dump 'forever' on me."

"this serious talk makes you nervous, doesn't it?" michael wondered out loud, unconsciously pulling arabella closer to him.

she nodded against his chest, "yeah. i'm just scared that we're moving too fast, i'm scared that maybe one day one of us is going to wake up and feel like we fucked up or something. like i don't want one of us to wake up one day and have changed our minds. i want to be sure about this. like, really sure," she sighed, "i don't know, i'm probably being stupid."

"you are being stupid." michael laughed, "did you not hear me just two minutes ago when i said i wanted to be with you forever?"

"sure, that's how you feel now. but what about in the future? you can't know for sure."

"i mean, obviously. but that's the point of relationships right? i don't know how i'm going to feel about you in ten years, i mean, i have a pretty good idea," michael winked, "but i don't know. all i know is that right now, i want to be there in ten years to find out. i love you. i swear to god i love you, and i want to love you forever."

"a simple 'don't worry about it' would've cut it, you know?"

"not for me."

"you're too cheesy for me." arabella laughed.

"oh my god, arabella are you breaking up with me?" michael gasped, pretending to be shocked. she just kept laughing at him.

"nah, son."

"son? do you have a mommy kink? i thought that was just a luke hemmings thing?" he joked.

she rolled her eyes, "i do not have a mommy kink."

"you called me son!"

"no i didn't."

"yeah, you did. you said, 'nah son'."

"it's an expression." arabella sighed.

"whatever. you're just trying to cover up your really weird kink."

"i do not have a mommy kink!" she yelled.

"i would understand if you did, it would make sense. ashton has a daddy kink. parental kinks must, like, run in the family or something."

"how the fuck do you know what kind of kinks ashton has?" arabella asked michael, maybe just a tiny bit mortified with the information that he had just presented her with.

"everyone knows ashton has a daddy kink. he's super dominant."

"is this your way of telling me that you've had sex with my cousin? oh my god, michael is there something i should know?"

"the only irwin i want to do the dirty with, is you." he winked.

she rolled her eyes, "i told you my surname is not fucking irwin."

"i know its not fucking irwin." he teased.

"you know what i mean."

michael shrugged, "whatever. you know what i mean, frampton."

"that's better."

"or i could call you mommy? i mean, if you're into that-"

arabella interrupted michael by slapping him across the chest, playfully, "i hate you so much michael." she groaned.

"i know you don't."

"i actually really do."

"nah, son." michael chuckled.

"i hate you."

"you love me."

"pretty sure that i hate you."

"pretty sure that you love me."

"stop it." she moaned.

"i love you, arabella like the song."

"i hate you michael fucking clifford."

he pouted, "don't say that."

"it's true." arabella said, folding her arms over her chest.

"no, it's not. baby don't say that, please."

she sighed, "fine. i don't hate you, all the time."

"what about right now?"

"fine, i don't hate you right now."

"do you love me?" he asked innocently.

arabella giggled, "maybe a little."

"a lot?"

"okay, fine. you got me. i love you a lot mikey."

he grinned, that was all he wanted to hear. even if he knew it was true anyway, every time arabella told michael that she loved him, it just made his heart race. and when she said mikey, oh god don't get him started on when she called him mikey.

after a few minutes of comfortable silence, and arabella tracing the 'x' tattooed on michael's finger, he spoke up, "tell me you'll think about moving out of here, and into a bigger place with me."

"you don't even have a job, michael. i can just barely afford this place, how are we going to afford something bigger?"

"i went in for an interview for an internship at this big ass recording studio in the middle of the city the other day." he told her slowly.

"what? and you didn't tell me?"

"i wanted to surprise you if i ever got the job. i didn't want to get your hopes up and then not have me get it."

"i would've understood, michael you should've told me, this is so exciting!" she exclaimed.

"it's just an internship, i'll probably just be getting people coffee and shit. nothing exciting."

"it still pays though, and it's in an industry that you love. and over time, you'll definitely move higher, who knows where you'll be a year from now? i'm literally so happy for you michael!"

he chuckled, "i can tell."

"seriously," she sighed, "that's so great."

"whoa, i haven't even gotten the job yet."

"but you will," she said, looking up and kissing michael's chin, "i know it."

"you're perfect." michael whispered into her hair, it was so quiet he didn't even know whether she heard him or not.

she did.

"i'm really not." she said, shaking her head softly.

"to me, you are." he promised.

no reply.

"hey, arabella?"

she lifted her head from michael's chest and looked him in the eyes, "yeah?"

"i want you to meet my parents."

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this was kinda short oops but like two cute chapters in a row i should get a prize lmao nah im kidding you're welcome

ooooh fun fact: i didn't even plan on this chapter happening like i had a whole other direction for it to go in, but then mikey and arabella were like, lol nah son.

so anyway I'm excited for arabella to meet michael's parents i think it could get interesting

srsly ily all and tysm for reading my pointless story