“Bahahaha, you’re such a sore loser!” Micah had been dying of laughter for the past minute or so now and the look on your face only made him laugh harder. He slapped his knee, tears of laughter in those golden eyes of his and his dark cheeks flushed from the pure laughter. It took all of his willpower for him to stop laugh, having to cover his toothy grin with his hand as he leaned back on his chair, voice breathless, “Okay, okay, I’m done now. I swear! But you have to admit, it was hilarious. Just thinking about it—pfft—“ He looked like he was about to burst into laughter any minute now.

You and Micah, rivals to the bitter end. Who…maybe flirted and bantered and were maybe much more than rivals. Micah had hacked into your pc, changing your password to ‘deez nuts.’ So immature.

“Awh, what’s with the look? Is it my handsome mug? It must be. I know, I know, my looks are paralyzing-“ Micah’s eyes widened a little as he saw you reaching for your mouse, ready to end the video call. He leaned forward in his chair quickly, “Wait, wait, Angel! Don’t go!”

Micah, embarrassingly enough, had really just begged you not to go. A light flushed overtook his cheeks, although it definitely wasn’t from laughter anymore. He cleared his throat, “Seriously, uh, don’t just leave me here. It’s borin’ without you.” Fuck. Did he overstep your boundaries? Too immature? Were you not enjoying it as much as he was? He didn’t want to mess it up. Really, he didn’t.