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The next morning, Starr slowly opened her eyes. She looked around and at first didn't know where she was. But as her eyes adjusted to the light, she realized she was in Michael's room. She also realized his arms were wrapped securely around her waist. Starr then remembered what had happened the night before; having the nightmare and waking up frightened out of her mind. She remembered Michael bringing her into the room and holding her until she cried herself to sleep. She smiled as she looked at his sleeping form. He really did care about her and her happiness.

Starr's fingers gently glided up and down Michael's arm. With everything that had happened last night, she hadn't even realized that Michael was shirtless. She remembered from the last time she had stayed there that he didn't sleep with a shirt on. But last time, she had just slept on the couch and had only caught a glimpse of Michael being shirtless a handful of times. Now, she was lying in a bed with him. And he wasn't wearing a shirt. Her cheeks burned a little at that revelation. It wasn't like she had never seen a guy without a shirt on. It was just different seeing Michael in that way. Especially as her fingers ran along his very muscular arms.

Starr pulled her hand away. Michael had been so sweet to her and how she was paying him back? By taking advantage of the situation. Starr leaned her head against his chest. She looked up at Michael and smiled before falling back to sleep.


Sometime later, Michael woke up. He looked down at Starr and smiled when he saw that she was still asleep. Michael carefully moved away and stood up. He stretched and yawned. He looked back at Starr before an idea came to him. She had had a tough day yesterday and he wanted to make sure that today started off better for her. Michael grabbed a shirt from his dresser and pulled it on. He still had to go get their clothes from the laundry room. He walked out of the room and towards the door. He moved quickly, just in case Starr woke up while he was gone.

As he walked downstairs, Michael thought about the night before. Maybe it was just him, but there seemed to be a moment between him and Starr when she had fallen on top of him. It was hard for Michael to rationalize seeing Starr as anything but a friend. To Michael, it seemed like it was too soon since the crash and that Starr could never love someone as much as she loved Cole. He grabbed the clothes from the dryer and carefully folded them. Michael stacked the clothes in a pile and picked them up, before heading back upstairs. He walked back into his apartment and shut the door. As he walked into his room, he saw that Starr was still asleep. He put the clothes down on his dresser, making sure to separate hers from his. He looked back over at Starr before heading into the kitchen.

After everything that had happened yesterday, maybe he could help start her day off on the right foot.


Starr was awoken sometime later by a delightful smell. She breathed it in and opened her eyes. She looked around and noticed that Michael was already up. Starr stood up and walked into the living room. Michael was setting the table, his back to her.

"Morning," Starr said.

"Good morning," Michael said, turning to her.

"Whatcha doing over there?" Starr asked walking over.

"I made us breakfast," He said, stepping aside so she could see. Starr's mouth dropped slightly in surprise, before curving up into a smile.

"You did all this?" She asked. There were pancakes, eggs, bacon, and two glasses of orange juice.

"I figured you could use a nice breakfast," Michael said. He pulled one of the chairs out and gestured for Starr to sit. Starr walked over and sat down, as Michael moved to the other side of the table. He sat down as Starr began serving herself.

"Wait," Starr said, inspecting one of the pancakes. "Are these chocolate chip pancakes?"

"Well I remembered you telling me that they were your favorite," Michael said and Starr smiled.

"Thank you so much," Starr said. Michael nodded as the two began to eat. As she ate, Starr couldn't help but glance at Michael. He had made her breakfast and had even made her favorite. How could she not have a crush on him?

Michael slowly ate his food, making sure when he lifted his fork that he caught a glimpse of Starr. Her smile was enough proof that she was enjoying her breakfast. He was glad that she was happy because after everything she had been through, she deserved to be happy. They both locked eyes for a second, before exchanging smiles and going back to eating their breakfast.


Starr walked out of Michael's room a little while later, having changed back into her clothes. There was a moment when she contemplated stealing the shirt that she had been wearing, but that would come off as weird, so she decided against. Starr saw Michael lying on the couch, reading a book.

"Hey," She said walking over to him. Michael put the book down on the table and sat up. "Well I should probably get going."

"Okay," Michael said, standing up. Starr headed towards the door, but then stopped and turned around.

"Michael thank you for everything," Starr said. Michael nodded. "Well, I'll see you around." Then she headed out of the apartment. Michael shut the door and sighed.


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