CHAPTER FOUR
Serena's P.O.V.
"Haaaaaaaaappppppyyyyy Biiiiiiirrrrrttttthhhhhhddaaaaaayyyyyyy."
I winced my eyes closed at the sound of someone singing. I shake my head slightly, and the singing rings in my ears.
"What the hell?" I whisper shoving myself up to a sitting position. I turned my head unsure of where I was and then it hit me, I was in the hospital wing. Why? I couldn't remember, and not remembering why you were in the hospital wing is never very good.
I turned my head to the left locating the source of the really out of tune, off key, not in time with the actual song version of 'Happ Birthday' and there sat Michael, twidling his thumbs and smiling.
"Michael? What the hell are you doing, it's really late, you'll wake the whole school up." Michael shakes his head.
"No I won't, this place is huge." He answers sitting up more and crossing his legs.
"Why are you singing 'Happy Birthday'." I ask rubbing my head and feeling bandages on my face.
"It's someone's birthday, somewhere, right?" I look over at him, he's right, in an insane way. The idiot who's doped up on medicine is right.
"What happened your face?" He suddenly asks. "I don't even know." I answer slipping out from under the sheets, the cold air hits my bare legs like an electric shock and I shiver.
I creep over to the mirror next to Michael's bed and peer in. "God, what the hell did I do?" Michael shrugs next to me, and then kneels up so he can peer in the mirror too.
He grins, "You're really short." He teases.
"No I'm not, you're just really tall. There's a different." I answer narkily. Michael pouts and climbs out of the bed and stands next to me. He's wearing a superman top, and his pyjama bottoms have batman on them.
"Aren't you a little bit clashing?" I tease, he glances down at his pyjamas and shrugs. "It just makes me super powerful." He answers, I roll my eyes.
"Just go back to sleep Mr Superbat." I turn and walk over to my own bed.
"I can't sleep." Michael answers following me. I frown as he climbs onto the end of my bed and sits his legs crossed in front of him. "Why can't you sleep." I ask climbing under the sheets.
"Well, you keep talking." I frown at him. "I don't sleep talk."
"Then it must be the medicine. I hear it does funny things to people's minds." He looks down at his toes and quietly begins to count them. "It did funny things to you." His head snaps up and his eyebrows knit together.
"What?" He squeaks.
"Michael, I know I barley know you but you're never like this." I give the confused boy a once over. He sighs and leans back staring at the ceiling.
"How did I get like this?" He asks, his adams apple straining due to the fact his neck was stretched.
"Madame Pomfrey must have given you some medicine, obviously." He rolls his eyes and sighs. "I know that, but why?"
He doesn't remember? The thought of Michael actually not knowing I hit him in the head with a bludger seriously looks appealing right now. It would help me avoid explaining that it was me who hit him in the head with a bludger, and it would also prevent me from explaining why.
I guess I wasn't really mad at him, even though I took my anger out on him. I was mad at Roxy, ridiculously mad at Roxy. She's my best friend, she isn't supposed to keep secrets. Why wouldn't she tell me they're dating, like I know I'd be hurt by it but this was worse. When I told her I thought he was hot, I didn't expect her to turn around a few days later and be dating him. Best friends don't do that.
We were best friends, now I can hardly stand to be in the same room as her.
Michael suddenly speaks up, "Do you wanna play truth or dare? I'm bored and I don't think I'll fall asleep any time soon." I study his face carefully. He is hot, ridiculously hot, even in superbat pyjamas. Especially with bed hair and a trickle of stuble across his jaw. His eyes aren't the same though, it's the medicine.
"Sure, but you go first." I suddenly say, he shrugs and smile.
"Truth or dare." He asks.
"Truth." I'm not up for doing dares right now.
He pauses, "Is it true that you like Daryl?" What type of question is that? I frown but nod, "Yeah." He nods slowly pursing his lips as if he's thinking, I wait a moment and then he perks up. "Your turn."
"Truth or dare?"
"Dare."
"God dammit." I pause and purse my lips thinking hard. I then grin and turn to him. "Michael can you twerk?" He shrugs.
"I dare you to twerk." Michael shrugs and climbs off the bed. "Okay, so I squat?" He says thinking out loud and lowering himself. He looks over at me. "Now what do I do?" My head reels back. "I don't know I can't twerk." He then leans forward and grabs my hand dragging me from the bed. "Okay we're going to learn how to twerk."
"Michael I am not learning to twerk at two a.m in the hospital wing." I say trying to get away buy his grip on my hand tightens and he pulls me back.
"You squat." He says and he squats again, I sigh and squat too. "Then I think you just do this.." He trails off and begins ot jerk his ass in the strangest ways known to man kind. I shriek with laughter and shake my head straightening up.
"Michael that is so not how you twerk." He stops mid jerk. "But that's how Asthon twerks."
"Yeah but he's half Irish! He can't twerk!" I trail off and grin thinking of an insult. "You must be half Irish too." It takes a moment for him to realise and then he yells, "HEY!" Once again I shriek with laughter. "DON'T LAUGH!" He yells shoving me.
"Don't shove me." I say back as my calves hit the bed post.
"I do what I want." Michael answers.
"Because you're punk rock?" I ask skeptically. He turns on me and nods folding his arms over his chest. "I am very punk rock."
"Says the man wearing superbat pyjamas." He takes a step closer to me and narrows his eyes. Theres a sudden noise from Madame Pomfrey's office. "Go." He whispers shoving me towards my bed as he dashes to his.
I tug the sheets up to my chin and snap my eyes closed. Madame Pomfrey steps out of her office just as I hear Michael's breathing slow as if he's asleep.
"I could have sworn I heard noise." She mutters to herself and I bite my lip holding back laughter.
Madame Pomfrey sighs and heads back into her office. Silence falls over the hospital wing again. I hear Michael chuckle from the otherside of the room.
"Yet she didn't hear the happy birthday." I whisper and his laughter rises slighly.
I sit up and so does he. We don't say anything but we just stare. He looks tired. He looks hot, I've already said that but he does. His green eyes sparkle in the moon light that's drifting in through the windows. There's a small smile on his lips and it then turns to a goofy grin.
"What?" I whisper to him bringing my knees up to my chest.
"You look pretty." He answers softly.
"You can't say that." I answer sadly. He shakes his head. "But it's true."
I look up at him and he smiles again, I feel my cheeks turn hot and am glad for the semi darkness so he doesn't notice.
"Truth or dare." He suddenly asks.
"Truth." I answer, he sighs. "Your so boring." I look up at him. "Just give me and interesting truth."
"Why are you mad at Roxy." My heart drops.
I shake my head softly. "It's complicated." I answer.
"I can handle complicated." He answers.
"Not this complicated. Not complicated between two life long best friends who suddenly turn on each other. I can't even handle that complicated." Michael sighs.
"Fine, your go." I'm surprised he dropped it that early, but glad he did too.
"Truth or dare."
"Truth."
"What's the most embarassing memory you can think of."
He stopped and thought for a moment. "About a year ago we were playing to like thousands, hundreds of thousands of people in this huge arena and I can't even remember where it was man," He stops and laughs, "And it was raining and I fell, " He stops and laughs again. "And then when we got off stage Luke told me there was a condom stuck to my back from when I fell and it had been there the whole time."
I laughed, I genuinely laughed so hard my eyes watered. I laughed some more and he laughed too. "Oh my god, how I wish I had been there." I cough through laughter, he shrugs and wipes away tears of joy.
"Truth or dare." He whispers as his laughter fades.
"Truth." I answer he groans. "Fine you choose the boring option I choose an interesting question." He stops and I raise an eyebrow, challenging him. "When, did you have, your first... period." My mouth drops open.
"You can't ask a girl that."
"You chose truth I ask a question." He answers raising an eyebrow.
I splutter for a moment. "No, no I'm not answering." He raises both eyebrows. "No." I shake my head. "You have to." He says.
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"NO!" I say louder.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes." He keeps saying yes and it really starts to get on my nerves.
"FIIIINE!" He stops and sits patiently. "I was eleven." His eyebrows knitt together again. "That's not possible, girls can't have periods that young."
"Yeah we can." I protest, what does this idiot thinks he's a genius on how women's bodies work now or something?
"Girls are weird." I roll my eyes. "We say that about guys." He scoffs.
"Go again." He says sighing. "Truth or dare." I ask.
"Truth." I groan in annoyance.
"When and where did you loose your virginity." I snap suddenly. He mouth drops open. "What? No boundaries right?" He scowls.
"I was seventeen, and it was in a disabled public bathroom." At first my face goes blank upon hearing where he lost his virginity and then I begin to laugh.
"Dude come on don't be a bitch." I shake my head and bite my lip holding back the laughter.
"Truth or dare." Michael spits out at me some what embarassed.
"Dare." I answer in a challenging tone.
He grins devilishly. "I dare you to go knock on the nurses door." I gasp and shake my head. "Do it." He urges. "You've to come too." I say. "You knock." I shrug, "Fine by me."
I slip out from under the sheets for the second time that night and meet Michael in between the two beds. He presses and finger to his lips and then puts his hand on the small of my back and pushes me lightly towards the door.
He keeps his hand there the entire creep up to Madame Pomfrey's door. I gulp staring at the glass that I can see Michael's reflection in.
"We're gonna get in so much trouble." He shrugs and taps my back. "Do it." I sigh and raise my clenced fist. I gulp and rap my knucles sharply on the glass.
"WHAT? What's wrong?" Madame Pomfrey yelps from inside.
"GO!" I whisper to Michael turning and shoving him, we sprint to our beds, our heads barley hitting our pillows before Madame Pomfrey bursts through her office door. Her face drops and turns to confusion.
"What on earth?"
Michael snores from across from me, and I shift in my sleep. She sighs, "Must've been Peeves." She curses the poltergeist and goes back into her office.
I arch my neck and look over at Michael who's looking at me a grin on his face.
"Who's Peeves?" He whispers.
"The school's poltergeist, you'd get on great with him."
"Awesome my new best friend is a ghost." He's propped up on his elbows.
"I'd say more so soul mate." He laughs and throws his head back dropping onto the pillows.
"You're hilarious Serena." Just the way my name rolls off his tongue sends butterflies into motion in my stomach.
"Why thank you." I answer not missing a beat.
I hear him smirk.
"Night." I whisper tucking myself into my pillow.
"Sweet dreams Serena." And the butterflies float back, I smile as I drift into a sleep containing dreams of Michael that wouldn't be considered pg thirteen at any rate.
