The Time I Met You [A Micheal Clifford story]

CHAPTER 7 MICHAEL.

I lean closer to her. Closer. Closer. Our lips finally meet, and I feel a rush through my body. I feel excitement. I feel joy. We lean back from each other I look her straight in the eye.

"Wow..." is all I can say.

"Are we like a thing now?"

"Wow..."

Why can't I stop doing that!?!? I'm making a fool out of myself.

"So... Is that a yes?"

"Wow!"

"Guess so!"

"Sorry I am just...you know...surprised."

"I thought you might say that."

"DINNER'S READY!" my mom barges in saying.

We rush downstairs and find pizza on the table.

"I made it myself!"

"You know, I'm not feeling so good," we both say, in unison.

"Shut up you big wimps and eat it. Just one bite."

I like how Emma has gotten to know my mom as well as I know her. We sit down and dig in. Each of us only take one piece, science we don't know how it will taste. Wow.

"Wow..." I say.

"Here we go again," Emma replies.

"No, I'm serious. This is amazing!"

"I told you you would like it!"

My mother is way to peppy. I mean seriously. I hate it.

"I have never tasted anything like this!"

"This..is...the best...food...ever! R you...sure you...didn't order...this?" Emma says with her mouth full

"Nope! I have been taking this new cooking class, and I guess it has really payed off."

After dinner, Emma and I head back upstairs to my room.

"So..." I kind of whisper.

"So... Can we talk?"

Hey guys. Sorry I haven't updated recently. I have been super busy with dance school and guitar. Please vote for this chapter. I worked really hard on it. Lysm!!!