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Twenty minutes later, Starr walked into the living room. She was wearing a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, all that were too big on her. She saw Michael setting the table. Starr walked over to him. Michael looked up at her.

"Sorry if the clothes are a little big," Michael said.

"It's fine," Starr said. "I've been told I'm kind of small." Michael chuckled. Starr noticed that he was still wearing the clothes that were covered in food. "Aren't you going to change?"

"I was waiting for you to finish up in the bathroom," Michael said. "Also, I thought it would be better if I cleaned the mess in dirty clothes, as opposed to clean clothes."

"Well you can use the shower now," Starr said.

"Well thank you for allowing me to use my own shower," Michael said sarcastically. Starr rolled her eyes. "The pizza should be here. I have some money in my room."

"I'll pay for it," Starr said. Michael was about to protest. "I kind of destroyed your kitchen, the least you can do is let me pay for the pizza."

"If you insist," Michael said and Starr nodded. "Fine, then I'm going to take a shower."

"Good," Starr said. "Because you smell like rotten vegetables."

"And whose fault is that?" Michael asked. Starr looked around the room innocently and Michael laughed, before heading towards the bathroom. Starr sighed before sitting down on the couch. She looked around the room. How much time had she spent in Michael's apartment? When she had come back to Port Charles, his apartment was the first place she had gone to. He was the only friend she had in Port Charles; he still was her only friend there. After the crash, it was only possible that he could be her friend because she was grieving over losing Cole. But lately, Starr found herself thinking about Michael a lot. She would sometime daydream about his smile, or the way he would always hug her when she was upset, or the one time she saw him without his shirt on. Starr was brought out of her thoughts when there was a knock on the door. Even if Starr had a crush on Michael, he would never like her back after everything she had put him and his father through.


Michael walked into the living room, a little bit later, getting a strong whiff of pizza. He spotted Starr standing by the bookshelf, holding a slice of pizza in one hand and a DVD in the other.

"I guess you decided not to wait for me," Michael said. Starr spun around and smiled sheepishly.

"Sorry," Starr said. "I was going to, but the pizza smelled really good and my stomach started growling."

"It's fine," Michael said. "I was just kidding." Starr couldn't help but roll her eyes. "So what are you looking at?"

"Your DVDs," Starr said. "You have a lot."

"Yeah," Michael said, rubbing the back of his head. "I tend to play a movie on my laptop when I'm doing homework."

"Wouldn't that distract you?" Starr asked. Michael shrugged.

"I've watched most of those movies more times that I can count," Michael said. "So usually it's just there for some background noise."

"Oh my gosh!" Starr said. "You have 'Ferris Bueller's Day Off! I love that movie."

"Yeah?" Michael asked and Starr nodded her head. "Well we can watch it while we eat if you want."

"Okay!" Starr said, smiling. She walked over to the couch and sat down. Michael walked over to the table and grabbed his laptop. He sat down next to Starr and placed his laptop on the table. As he grabbed a slice of pizza, Starr put the DVD in the disc drive. As the movie started to play, a smile spread across her face. Michael saw this out of the corner of his eye and couldn't help but smile. They both leaned back against the couch, eating their pizza and enjoying the movie, as well as each other's company.


A few hours later, Michael slowly opened his eyes. He looked at his laptop and realized the movie was over. He realized that he must have dozed off while watching the movie. He looked over at Starr. Her head was resting on his shoulder and she was sound asleep. Michael smiled as he looked at the sleeping blonde. He almost didn't want to wake her up. She looked really adorable sleeping. He sighed and gently shook her.

"Huh?" Starr muttered as she opened her eyes.

"Hey we both dozed off," Michael said.

"Oh," Starr said. "I guess I was more tired than I thought."

"You should probably get going," Michael said, standing up. "Your dad's probably wondering where you are."

"He's probably still at the hospital with Tea," Starr said. "And I don't want to move." She leaned her head against the couch. "Can I just stay here?" Michael smiled slightly at her actions.

"Sure," Michael said.

"Good," Starr said, stretching out on the couch. Michael walked into his room and grabbed a blanket. He walked back into the living room and from the looks of it, Starr seemed to already have fallen back to sleep. Michael draped the blanket over her.

"Night Michael," Starr said sleepily."

"Night Starr," Michael said. Starr pulled the blanket around her and quickly drifted off to sleep. Michael smiled slightly before going into his room.

Michael had always been a light sleeper, so it was no surprise was he was woken up a couple hours later by a sound coming from his living room. He got up and walked out into the other room. Starr was shifting around on the couch and breathing heavily.

"No," She mumbled. "No." Her voice started to get louder. Michael quickly went over to her, realizing she was having a nightmare. "No!" Michael kneeled down in front of her.

"Starr wake up," He said, shaking her. "Starr wake up!" Starr shot up suddenly, her eyes wide open and her breathing very erratic. She looked over at Michael and her breathing started to slow down. "Are you okay?" Starr shook her head.

"The crash," Starr said shakily. "But all I could see were Cole and Hope's terrified faces and hearing Hope crying for me and I couldn't do anything." Starr broke down and buried her head in her hands, muffling her sobs. Michael wrapped his arms around her and hugged her. Starr pulled away and rubbed her eyes. "I'm sorry that I woke you."

"It's alright," Michael said, rubbing her arm. He stood up and started to head back to his room.

"Michael wait," Starr said, grabbing his wrist. "I don't think," She stopped and wiped away a few mores tears. "After that, I can't be alone. If I have to go through that again." Michael quickly cut her off.

"Hey hey," Michael said, kneeling beside her. "You're not alone, I'm right here."

"I just don't want to be alone," Starr said quietly, looking Michael directly in the eyes. Seeing the absolute fear in her eyes, Michael couldn't leave her alone on the couch.

"Come on," Michael said standing up. He offered Starr his hand and she gently took it. She stood up and Michael guided her from the living room into his room. He let go of her hand and lay down on his bed. Starr sheepishly walked to the other side and crawled into the bed. She looked at Michael and he gave her a small smile.

"Thank you," Starr said quietly. She rolled over so that she was facing the ceiling and pulled the covers close to her. Michael noticed that how tight she was gripping the covers and that the fear was still in her eyes. Michael scooted closer to Starr and wrapped his arms around her. She seemed to relax at his touch. Starr looked over at him before bursting into tears. Michael pulled her closer and gently stroked her hair. He continued this action for some time until Starr grew still. He looked down at her and realized she was asleep. She had exhausted herself so much that she had just fallen asleep. Michael carefully pushed some of her out of her face. He then shut his eyes and fell asleep.


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