11. You get really wasted

                                    

                                          
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"Woooo, I can fly!!!" You yelled as you dance on your friend's counter top. You were wasted to the point where you couldn't control your actions. "I'm gonna swiiiing from the chandelierrrr!!!"
                          
"Babe, get down from there!" Michael yelled. He had just got there because you prank called him and called him a buttface. 
                          
"Michael, oh Michael, your so fucking hot baby!" 
                          
"Get down and let's go!" He blushed and grabbed you down. 
                          
"Ooh what a (hiccup) freak?!" You laughed as he carried you out the door. 
                          
"How many drinks have you had?" He asked a little angry. 
                          
"Seven s-shots and t-three cups silly!" You laughed and stutter as he pushes you in the back of a car. 
                          
"Take us to my house please." He said. 
                          
"Why are we going to your house? We gonna do it?"
                          
"No, I would never take advantage of you like that! We're going to my house because you don't need to be alone in the state you're in."
                          
"What about Michael? We left him at the party!" You screamed. 
                          
"Shhh calm down, I'm right here, I'm Michael."
                          
"Oh wanna jump out?" You put you hand on the door handle but Michael locked it before you could open it. 
                          
"No, you're gonna sit here and calm yourself now." He yelled strictly and seriously. 
                          
"I'm sorry." you pouted and began to cry.
                          
"Awe I'm sorry baby, come here..." you sat in his lap and cried in his chest. "I'm so so sorry! I love you ok?" He comforted you. 
                          
"I love you too Michael." you said honestly. "Now let's go to the rainbow over there!"
                          
"This is gonna be a long night." Michael face palmed himself. 
                          
|The Next day|
                          
"Damn I have a huge hangover, how many drinks did I have?" I said waking up in Michael's bed. 
                          
"Seven shots and three cups silly." He mocked you as he looked at you a little angry and disappointed.
                          
"What, I was having a good time!"
                          
"You had a good time alright, you prank called me,calling me a butthead, you were dancing on a counter top, you did all kinds of things and you called me sexy-"
                          
"That ones reasonable..." He blushed. 
                          
"I'm serious, you should always have fun but not to that point, that's why you're here, if you would have went home, you'd probably be asleep on the roof right now!" He said standing over you. 
                          
You laughed. "I'm sorry baby, I want do it again..." you kissed his angry red cheek. He smiled and kissed yours.