Silly Boy.

Part Eight: Insurgent

**A/N: CUUUUUUPCAKES!! Look, it's back. Long awaited, I know. Feel free to comment and vote if you like it (#ShamelessSelfPromotion). Oh, and just so you know, I know Insurgent isn't out quite yet but let's pretend it is, m'kay? Okay.**

Last Time:

You can practically feel his shock as he slowly returns your somewhat-forced hug. "Really," he breaths, you just barely being able to feel his breath against your ear.

"Really."
This Time:

Once Mikey finally releases you, he smiles widely, almost too wide for his face. "You're a girl so lemme guess, you wanna see Insurgent," he says in a questioning tone which makes you squeak. You've been wanting to see Insurgent since you say the trailer two months ago!! "I'm taking that as a yes. Now, get your ass dressed and out of my house. I'll swing 'round yours at about seven-ish to pick you up for our.....our...uhmm..." Mikey trails off, his cheeks coating in a really light pink.

"Our date," you fill in for him to which he nods, his chin going down. There he goes with 'Embarrassed Mikey' again. You have no time to compliment his adorableness as he walks out, muttering to you that he'd be waiting downstairs to drive you home. You still could barely believe it, you were going on a date with Michael Gordon Clifford, love of your life.

~Le Time Skip~
7:07

You had just finished peeking out your bedroom window for the 8 millionth time, in search for Mikey's bright red car. It was nowhere to be seen. Only one vehicle had even driven down the street, and that belonged to Mr. Jenkins, your next-door neighbour. It was a faded blue mini van because he was a single dad with four kids, ranging from 18 to 6. The oldest was a boy called Brandon, and he was actually quite attractive. Hazel eyes and blonde hair to contradict instead of match; he was well-built as well, being as he was on the football team throughout Secondary School. But that's beside the point.

You were just about to give up hope when you heard it.
Knock-Knock.

Someone was at your day. "Michael," you squeak in excitement looking in the mirror one last time before running downstairs. You had on your favourite band shirt, with a pair of ripped skinny jeans and your black leather boots. You had topped it all off with a black beanie that bore the word 'Literally' on it. You looked pretty casual but after all, it was just a movie date.

You open the door to find Michael standing there, dressed similar to you. He had on a Metallica shirt with black skinnies (which had holes in the knees) and tennis shoes, not boots. "Look, we dressed the same," you say, pointing to your own shirt and then to his. He smiles slightly with a nod before saying "Yeah, but I'm wearing Metallica and you're wearing Y/F/B

(Your Favourite Band)."

"But we still had the same idea."

"Guess so," he whispers with a shrug before beginning to step off your porch.

"Coming," he calls after you when you hesitate. You couldn't help it. You didn't see his car anywhere, how were you going to get to the movie theatre? "Yeah, I'm coming but.....where's your car?" Mikey simply chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. "It needed an oil change so I decided to take you on my bike. It that alright," Mikey asks awkwardly, making you confused.

Bike? What bike? Did he mean like....a bicycle. Oh dear God,you hoped not. Then you see Mikey step to one side and you see a sleek-looking black motercycle parked in front of your home. Oh, that kind of bike. "I dunno Mikey," you start, seeing his smile fade. "I've never riden a moter-" Mikey cuts you off by frantically 'Shooshing' and grabbing your wrist. "Well, you're about to," he mutters, and only then did you notice his sleek leather jacket, making him look a little more like a bad-ass biker and a little less then the teddy bear who cried during Titanic.

Without another word, Mikey walks to the bike, tossing you the helmet that hung from one of the handles before settling himself on the seat. You look at him in confusion, to which he rolls his emerald orbs and says "Put on the helmet, Y/N." You do as you're told, even though the helmet is tad big. Obviously met for Mikey. "Now get on the bike." You once again wordlessly obey. How could you not? Mikey chuckles when you're finally on, starting up the bike.

You immediately wrap your arms around him, even though you weren't yet in motion. You could feel the fear and nervousness running through your veins like some kind of drug. You also felt the fireworks go off in your stomach but all you could concentate on was the fear that you could die on this thing. Mikey reved the bike and just barely could you hear him say "Don't let go."

You squeezed your eyes shut, prepared to go flying forward any second but it never happened. You just felt the sensation of motion, and wind blowing through your hair and on your face. It was incredible. You could also feel the warmth from Mikey's body flooding onto you, even through your clothes. It was incredible. You opened eyes slowly, seeing trees one second but they were gone in a blur. You were going fast, as if nothing could stop you. You even let out a small giggle that sounded like a school girl, just from the pure giddiness you got from speed.

You heard Mikey chuckle at your girly giggle but you didn't care. This was the best thing ever. Too bad it had to end so quickly, you soon arrived at the movie theatre and got tickets to see Insurgent.

~Le Time Skip~

Now you're back on your porch, looking up at Mikey with the smell of wind still on your face. You had convinced him to go on a joy ride after the movie, which was okay. You thought the book was better, though. But the joy ride was amazing. You couldn't get enough of the speed, and you definitely couldn't get enough of being that close to Mikey. It was perfect. You see Mikey begin to lean forward, making your brain freak out. 'Is he gonna kiss me,' you thought frantically, feeling the fireworks before any actual contact. Mikey simply grabs your face with both of his hands and places a simple kiss on your forehead.
KABOOM!! Hope you weren't fond of your ovaries.

"See you soon, Y/N,"  Mikey whispers once he'd let go of your face and backed up. "Text me," he called as he walked off of your porch and to his bike. You simply nod, smiling ear to ear (almost literally). When Mikey had finally gotten out of sight, you whisper a small "I love you" into the wind, knowing you weren't ready to say those words to him just yet.

**A/N AWWWWWWW, I SHIP IT!!!!!!!1!!!!!
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~Anna :3 **