As we were driving to Pippy's Pizza, Michael wanted to play 20 Questions.
"Okay, shoot," I responded.
"Pregunta uno," he started. "How old are you?"
"18."
"Birthday?"
"November 20, 1995."
He stares at me in awe before speaking up. "THAT'S MY BIRTHDAY!"
"NO!" I shouted before smiling. "See, this is why we were supposed to meet."
"ERMAGHERD," he said excitedly before continuing. "Relationship status?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow and giving me a half smile.
"One, someone's too flirtatious for their own good, and two, single pringle ready to mingle," I laughed.
"Oh Mickey, we've already established that I'm flirty," he said. "And single pringle? What's that?"
"It's like single, but hungry," I explained before he grinned.
"Yup, we were meant to be friends," he concluded before moving on. "Ummmm.....siblings?"
"Nah, just me and Mum," I answered. "You?"
"Same," he said. "We got that only child swag," he laughed.
"Only child swag? Really?" I questioned before bursting into giggles. It wasn't even what he said that made me laugh, but the way he said it and his accent was just AGH.
I sounded like a FRICKIN FANGIRL. Well, maybe I was...I shipped Malex Graskarth, if that helped clue you in.
"So, how far away is this amazing pizza?" he asked.
"Umm, about two more minutes," I answered. "And did that count as a question?" I smirked.
"Definitely not," he chuckled. "We can continue that game on the way back."
"Whatever," I laughed. "You want to pick out some music?" I asked, passing over my iPod.
"Sure, I'm assuming since you like the Sex Pistols, you'll have somewhat good music," he smiled.
"PSHH, the best music."
After a few seconds of scrolling, he squealed. Like, actually squealed.
"DRAIN YOU," he screamed before plugging in my iPod and pressing play, Nirvana blasting through the speakers.
"ONE BABY TO ANOTHER SAID, "I'M LUCKY TO HAVE MET YOU!" we yelled.
"I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU THINK UNLESS IT IS ABOUT ME!"
After some hardcore jamming, we continued on to the chorus.
"CHEW YOUR MEAT FOR YOU!" we shouted until I realized we missed the turn to Pippy's.
"DAMMIT!" I yelled before making a U-turn and waiting patiently in line. Well, as patiently as a hungry teenager could.
"UGH COME ONE, DIRTBAGS!" I yelled in frustration.
"I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby," Michael hummed before chuckling.
"Well, I'm talking to grown dirtbags, so you're irrelevant," I laughed before turning into Pippy's.
We made our way inside where a blue-haired hostess greeted us, glancing at our own blue hair.
"Well, aren't we just a bunch of Smurfs?" she laughed before leading us to our table. Even though she seemed to be in her late twenties, she acted like a teenager.
"What would you two like to drink?" she asked, brushing her hair out of her face.
"Uh, a Dr. Pepper for me," I answered.
"Same for me, thanks," Michael said.
"Copycat," I smiled and flicked his forehead.
"You two are such a cute couple," the hostess, who's name I noticed was Maria, gushed.
"Oh no, we're not-" we both stuttered before she walked away.
"Well, I guess we're dating now," Michael grinned.
"In your dreams, CLIFFOCONDA," I replied, grinning all the same.
He pouted. "Dang it, I was sure you'd say yes," he said sullenly, me breaking into fits of laughter.
"We'll see, Michael," I said, our hostess returning with our drinks.
"Here are your drinks, are you ready to order?" she said, tucking the tray under her arm.
"Double cheese, stuffed crust pizza," I said automatically. "You, Michael?"
"You sure you can eat all that, Mickey?" he laughed.
"Without question," I grinned.
"Okay, um, I'll have the same, I guess," he told the hostess, passing over the menus.
"Coming right up," she chirped before turning back in the direction of the kitchen.
"Gosh, can't you order anything of your own?" I giggled.
"You seem to have good taste in music and video games, maybe you actually have a good sense of taste," he shrugged.
"Dork," I said, booping him in the nose.
We made pointless conversation and bickered over the stupidest things before we saw slices of Heaven coming towards our table.
"Here are your pizzas, I'll come by later to check on you, okay?" the hostess smiled before walking to another table.
I watched as Michael took a bite, wanting to see his reaction. He took a slow bite, his eyes widening as he basically inhaled the pizza.
"THIS TASTES BEAUTIFUL!" he yelled. A few people turned around, older customers smiling at us.
"Shhh," I laughed, covering his mouth with my hand. Then the jerk licked me.
"Ew, Michael!" I screeched, wiping my hand on his shirt.
The idiot just laughed and continued eating his pizza happily and smirking at me.
I decided to eat after washing my hands and glaring at Michael.
*******
"I can't believe you ate that entire thing," Michael said, shaking his head.
"Well, believe it, Sonny boy," I chuckled, opening the driver's door.
We drove again, making stupid conversation before Michael gasped.
"We never finished 20 Questions!" he clapped. "Okay, umm... favorite band?"
"You can't make me choose if I were at gunpoint," I said.
"That's another thing we have in common then," he replied. "But I have a thing for the Sex Pistols, so..."
"Good choice, sir," I said in an overly posh accent.
He laughed and we turned into my driveway. He stared at me until I looked back at him.
"What?" I smiled.
"Do you want to kiss me as much as I want to kiss you?" he murmured before closing his eyes and leaning in.
My eyes widened as he got closer and closer.
Let's just say we never finished 20 Questions.
*******
So yeah, cliffy clifford there. I'm trying to get better at updating all my stories, so here's the second meekle chapter. I also started a new one, which is about the band as a whole instead of individual boys. It's called Jasey Rae, I'll have a chapter up soon. Meanwhile, check out my others
Dumb Love (Luke Hemmings FanFic)
Our Last Summer (Calum Hood FanFic)
Silver Linings (Ashton Irwin FanFic)
K bye I LUH YOU GUYS!
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PS anyone catch the idiot reference?
PPS tumblr Polaroid meekle on the side
