Okay, so hi… to be very honest I'm not really sure what to say here, this is only my third fanfic altogether and my first published fanfiction for Bones, I'm going to see how this turns out, I think I'm only going to make it a oneshot, see how it turns out and maybe post a few more stories! This is just a silly idea that is a future Michael/Christine fic that popped into my head one day, also another warning, I am British and I know some of the words are said differently in America, sorry if some of the words are different, but I tried to correct as many as I could, okay, sorry for the long A/N, I appreciate if I'm not boring you and your reading this far, thanks! Aha

"Come on Michael, just for me, please?" Christine stood in her kitchen on the phone to her best friend of 16 years, Michael,

"No, why would I want to help you wash your dads huge SUV?"

"Because…um, I'm your best friend and, OH YEAH! I can bribe you." She smiled smugly at herself.

"Don't you da-"

"Or do you want me to call your dad and tell him it was you who hit his car with the football when we were 11 and not the neighbours" she laughed silently to herself, knowing that now, she had won this argument.

"You are just like your parents, you evil, evil person"

"I know" she smiled to herself again, "so, what time will you be over?"

"Ugh, why are we even washing your dad's car?"

"Oh yeah…he kind of caught me sneaking home from Jake's last night, so he made me clean his car, which was quite weird of him, I thought I'd get a much worse punishment than that…"

On the other line, Michael grimaced at that name…Jake, star of the football team, Jake. Biggest jerk in high school, Jake. And the worst of all, Christine Booth's boyfriend… Jake, asshole.

"Michael, Michael, you still there?" the sound of her voice coming through the phone snapped him out of his little rant about Jake.

"Huh, yeah, sorry, just y'know, thinking…"

"Well that's never a good sign!" she giggled, and there it was that giggle, God he loved that sound, since the day he first realised it was different from her usual laugh, on his 14th birthday, sitting up in her treehouse playing truth or dare, most of the time just laughing and…giggling. That was when he realised that he loved her, now, 3 years later, he's 17, and she's got a boyfriend who her whole family hates, mostly, no, especially her dad…thank god her dad hated him, HA! Jake is screw-

"MICHAEL?!"

"Huh! What?!"

"Stop daydreaming and get over here, we have to be done before dad goes to work tomorrow!"

"Yeah sorry, just heading out to my car now, I'll be there soon."

"Kay." She locks her phone and shoves it into the back pocket of her denim shorts, and heads out to the car.

Michael pulls up to the house and hops out, shoving his keys into the pocket of his jeans.

"Okay, let's get this done then... Chrissy? Where are ya?"

"I'm in the garage Michael, you know, where the car that we/re supposed to be washing is?" she replies sarcastically and then appears in front of him holding a bucket full of soapy water and 2 sponges, her hair tied up in a loose ponytail whilst she's wearing denim shorts and a tank top, "are you gunna stand there all day, or are you going to help me Staccato?" she uses her nickname for him just because she's teasing him.

Michael just smugly smiled to himself, "Okay Stapes, I'll help you get out of trouble with your daddy,"

Daggers were sent his way.

He laughed and walked over to her and grabbed the bucket and sponges and began to walk over to the car, ", you must have been home late though, you know being daddy's little princess and all, I'd think you could just bat your eyelashes and give him your mom's puppy dog eyes that you inherited and get away with anything, I've seen you do it before" he chucked her a sponge over the roof of the SUV.

"Shut up! And those special little powers I have over my father are useful at times or would you rather he tell your mom that we used all her good paint when we came over and dad found us?"

"Okay, fine you win, but let's just get this done and then we can like go to the movies or something." He dunks the sponge in the bucket and starts to wash the big vehicle.

"Oh…um, sorry I can't I'm going to the mall with Jake, what about next week after school or something,"

He froze what he was doing, and stared at her, "y'know lately I feel like I'm not exactly your best friend anymore, y'know that Christine?!" WHERE THE HELL DID THAT COME FROM YOU BIG JERK! OH NO, SHES GIVING ME THAT LOOK, THE I WANNA CRY BUT I ALSO WANT TO GO AND GET MY DADS GUN AND SHOOT YOU LOOK, CRAP. He thought to himself.

"Wh-what do you mean Michael, of course your my best friend we've been friends our whole life!"

"Then why do I hardly see you anymore then?" SHIT, SHUT UP NOW NOW NOW, OH GOD.

"You know I've been wondering ever since I got with Jake was if I had done something wrong to hurt you Michael! I've been thinking that this is my fault?! All of it, you don't think I've noticed how much I hardly see you these days?! Because I do! I notice! I've been trying so hard to get back to the way we were so WHATS YOUR PROBLEM?!

"IT'S BECAUSE IM IN LOVE WITH YOU!" CRAP, WELL THAT'S CERTAINLY SCREWED THIS UP.

At first he wasn't sure if he'd said it out loud or not…she just sort of looked at him as if time had frozen and nothing else was moving.

"Your…you, you love me?"

Yup, he did say it.

Then he was the one who didn't speak, he was the one who stared at her, he was the one who was the coward and did what he's been doing for 4 years, he walked away, got into his car and drove off.

Oops, so originally I said that this would be a oneshot, but the way that I've ended this, I might carry it on?