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Just You

You video call Micah. It doesn’t even finish ringing once before he picks up. He scrunches his face up while he says, “What’s up, loser?” as he tries to hold back a yawn. “Why are you calling me at 3 a.m.? Shouldn’t you be sleeping by now? Like the angel you are.”

It takes a couple of blinks for him to register your face. But once he does, a wry smile creeps onto his face. "Don’t tell me you miss me,” he says, raising his brow. 

A jolt of butterflies rushes throughout your body when he says that, and you’re embarrassed to admit it. But it’s late. And you’re tired. And your brain short circuits…which is why you have a dumb and flustered look on your face It takes him a second to register what’s happening. 

Once he understands, he starts blushing and cups his face with both hands. Between his fingers, a whimpered sound comes through, “Don’t tell me you actu—.” 

You were not going to let him finish that sentence. You gathered all your bravado together and muster the willpower to piece together, "Wow, if I knew my silence was all it took for you to crumble, I would’ve become a mime.” 

He buries his face in his hands for a moment longer. But once he uncovers them, his familiar cocky smile is back, “Aww, but if you did that, I wouldn’t be able to hear all of your snarky comments". He rests his head on his hand, cocking his face to the side, flirting with you. 

“You’re such a flirt. Do really you think anyone would fall for that?”. You know he's just looking into the webcam, but for a moment it feels like he's looking directly into your eyes. “I don’t think anyone else would fall for that, just you.”

Only Man You'll Ever Hate

"What are you thinking about?" you ask. A sly grin creeps onto his face.

 "What *am* I thinking about?" he repeats, diverting his gaze from you. 

 He seems lost in thought for a while before sharply making direct eye contact with you again, "I'm thinking about you, of course." 

You scoff, "That's not true." 

He rolls his eyes before continuing, "I'm thinking about how your lips curl into a frown every time I compliment you, even though the rest of your face is smiling. I wonder why you like it when I point out your little quirks so much. I hope that I can find more little quirks that you do so that I can make you smile more. And I definitely love finding things that make you get all flustered and frustrated." 

You roll your eyes at him, blushing, "You're such a flirt. I hate you." 

"I wonder what you "I hate you"'s really mean too. I mean, for some reason I could find myself a little jealous if you said you hated someone else." He brushes his fingertips over your knuckles. It's just a graze, but it feels good and you want more. Before realizing it, you turn your hand over and glide your finger against his palm as he moves his hand back. He lets out a little laugh indicating his victory over this interaction. He continues, "I mean, look at what you're doing. Desperate for my touch aren't you? Even though you hate me?" For an instant, his smile looks a little sadder than it usually is, although you can't really tell why you know this.

 "I don't think I could handle you hating anyone else. I hope I'm the only man you'll ever hate, angel."

Micah.exe

You watched as Micah hurled fries in his mouth, slouched. He looked dorky doing it, you would have never imagined that your archnemesis would ever be sitting and eating fries in front of you so…innocently. He notices a chuckle from you, “Why are you looking at me like that?”.

His innocent smile quickly turns into a conceited grin, “Oh, you probably want a fry, huh?” He snickers, “I guess I can give you one…but you have to eat it out of my hand, loser.” There’s that cocky flirtatious smile on his face as he jokingly puts the fry in front of your mouth

You didn’t want the fry to begin with but you start to want to tease him. You hold onto his wrist and take the fry from his fingers with your hands, slowly licking the tips of his fingers while doing so. He flushes up and pulls away immediately. “Aww, I really wanted that fry--I was going to make sure I got all the salt off of your hands too--since you were so generous to feed me.” Micah's jaw is dropped. It’s cute. His face is flushed, he keeps looking at his fingers as if deciding if he should wash them before eating, or play it cool.

He seems to give up thinking, shoving the rest of the fries to you, “Y-you can have the rest.” “Oh? Can you feed me the rest?” Micah's head slams the desk in from of him. His ears peak out from his hair, showing a vibrant red. micah.exe has stopped working.