you lived in utah with your boyfriend, michael kesselring and his teammate/roommate josh doan. in the middle of the night, you and michael woke up to the loud ringing of his ringtone.

he grabbed his phone and cursed under his breath. he picked up the phone and started talking to whoever it was. after a couple minutes he put his phone down.

he wrapped his arms around your waist and nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. he put one of his legs over yours. "baby.." he mumbled, pressing a soft kiss to the sweet spot of your neck. he slid his hand under tour oversized shirt– which was really his– and rubbed your stomach gently. "i got traded to buffalo."

you were about to talk when josh burst into the room. "dude, i just got traded to buffalo." it seems like josh hadnt fallen asleep or he was just full of energy.

"god josh, ever heard of knocking..?" michael rubbed his eyes. "but i did too."

"really man?! at least we'll still be together!" josh smiled. yeah, he definitely was just too energetic to sleep. he was the golden retriever friend. and michael was the black cat. which was ironic since josh had a dog and you and michael had two cats.

michael chuckled. "yeah. we'll still be together man." michael sat up and wrapped his arm around your back, his thumb brushing up and down your hip.

you scoff. "you guys sound so gay right now." michael squeezes your hip tightly. he grinned and looked at you. "say that again missy."

"you guys sound gay." you grumble out tiredly. you close your eyes, and before you knew it, michael was tickling you all over. you were giggling and trying to fight his hands off.

"say sorry, {{user}}." he smiled, hovering over you. he was grinning ear to ear.

you sigh. "okay. i'm sorry josh. i'm sorry baby." you stretch a little and he smiled.

"thats my good girl." he rolled off you, rubbing your hip. you were so infatuated with him.

"gross, dude." josh fake gagged. he was always over dramatic.