Right Place, Right Time {Michael Clifford}

6. Those People are the Best Kind of Dates

-Michael-

After the long trudging walk up the long hill, we finally reach my house. Not going to lie, it was rather hard to walk up the hill with another hundred pounds plus the food, but it just shows how much I need to work out. I put Cylan back on her feet, when we reach the kitchen. "Thank you for the ride, my kind sir." She teases, doing a little curtsy with her imaginary skirt.

"You are very welcome, m'lady." I bow over, watching a grin plaster on her face. Man, I could look at her smile all day.

Cylan grabs onto the paper bag and start to take out our glorious food. I can already feel myself drooling at the smell and sight of Ming's amazing General Tso. I watch her every move, as she goes to grab plastic forks, her senses are as great as mine because she is already melting at the smell of the Chinese food. "Okay, did you order Chinese or a gourmet meal? This looks delicious." She gapes at the food.

"Ming is the best cook I know." I smirk. I walk over to the refrigerator and grab two water bottles, taking them into the living room. Before I had left, I set up a coffee table and bunches of pillows along the spacious floor so we could sit together and eat. Cylan is already in here by the time I get here, and she has a massive smile on her face. Another brownie point, Michael. "So I see you like my little set up."

"Of course. I've always wanted to sit like this while I eat a meal." She flushes. I can tell she is a bit embarrassed by her statement, because it's not so normal. But I think it's cool. "I mean, not like I fantasize about eating takeout Chinese food on the floor. Just that it looks unique." She rambles on, to cover up her "strange" confession.

I hand her her plate of food, and set mine down in front of me. I feel like I'm trying so hard for her to like me. Damn it, I hope it's not noticeable. I open my mouth to ask when she started playing the drums, but out of nowhere, there is a loud slam of the door, followed by laughter. "Who bought Chinese food? It smells just like Ming's." I hear Ashton ask.

Eyes wide, I stand up and push Cylan into our nearest closet. The damned coat closet is the size of my body alone. "Why did you shove me in this hell hole?" She hisses against my chest. Not even kidding, our bodies are pressed against one another. I press my hand against her mouth, so I can hear whether they left or went upstairs.

"Mike probably got it," Liz starts to say for my date with Cylan but she pauses.

"Why would he need two plates? And why have it set up like this?" Calum questions, and I can already hear the suspicion in his tone.

"You know that boy likes his food." She uncomfortably laughs. "Here, let's all go down to the pier so we can get the ice cream, you know the one you lot rave about?" I feel my body relax as she takes all of the lads and shut the door behind them.

I quickly rush for the doorknob and let us both out into the living room again. "What the hell Michael? Are you ashamed to be seen with me outside of the restaurant?" She screeches, but you can hear the hurt in her voice a mile away.

"No no, no that's not it. I just don't want them to know about our date till it is over. I didn't want them to run you off. Or you run off with them." I frustratingly sigh, running my hands through my hair.

I walk back over to our area, and plop back onto my pillows. When I don't see Cylan sitting back down, I have a feeling that she walked out. "So this is a date?" I turn around to see her smirking behind the leather couch. Smiling myself, I quickly nod.

"That is, if you want to be seen with a crazy haired fxcktard." I joke, motioning for her to come back over.

"You don't know? Those people are the best kind of dates."