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💜Part Three💜

Facing Michael shouldn't have been a problem, because the pair of you were good friends. However, it had been quite some time since you had last seen or spoken to each other, so meeting him again was an interesting experience, especially now that he was soon to be married to Beth. And in some strange way, you now saw him differently after hearing that he would soon be more your brother-in-law than your friend.

"Michael," you inwardly commanded yourself to behave as casually as possible.

"(Y/N)!" he flashed you that award winning smile, walking up to embrace you. "I'm glad you could make it,"

"I wouldn't miss it for the world," you managed a smile back.

The feeling of his embrace comforted you ever so slightly.

"I'm sure Beth is going to be a thousand times happier now that you're here," he glanced at his fianceé before looking back at you. "This feels like a reunion," he snickered.

"Ah, that reminds me," your eyes lit up playfully as he moved to take your bags for you. "You and Beth have so much to catch me up on, because you two lovebirds decided to hide everything from your best friend!" you pointed at yourself. "The disrespect,"

Michael burst into laughter as Beth ran up to join the two of you, only to be approached by one of her planning assistants, who managed to quickly whisk her away under the pretext of organizing.

"Has she been that busy for the entire duration of the wedding planning?" you stopped, watching your best friend rush off with the assistant.

"Pretty much. She wants everything to be perfect," Michael replied.

"That's...troubling," you turned back to look at Michael. "That's not healthy for her, to be stressing so much. What exactly have you been doing to help," you set your hands on your hips.

"Excuse me, she practically excluded me from the whole planning party, so she's doing whatever she wants," he scoffed. "Not that I mind,"

You nodded, feeling that familiar wave of sadness wash over you again. Michael was agile to pick up on your change of mood, making him perk up with concern.

"You alright?" he inquired softly.

"Uh...yeah," you swallowed, shaking your head weakly. "I think...this has just...all been so much for one day...I'm a bit overwhelmed," you grimaced.

"Would you like something to eat...or drink?" he prodded further, clearly more concerned than he was letting on. "Or do you want to rest?"

"Hm, the last option," you raised your eyebrows. "The idea of laying down for a bit sounds good,"

"Ah...right," he cleared his throat, beginning to walk again. "Well let me show you to your room, it's not too far from mine," he grinned.

"Of course, typical you," you mumbled to yourself, but loudly enough for him to hear.

"I heard that," he nudged you gently.

"With ears like that, definitely," you snorted.

"Alright, I see how it is," he huffed lightly, all in jest. "It's like that now, isn't it?"

"Please stop talking and just get me to my room," you pulled a face, making him laugh a bit louder. "Really, today is not my day,"

As soon as you had said it, you wanted to slap yourself, because Michael stopped in his tracks almost as immediately as the words had left your mouth. You had taken a few steps ahead of him, but you knew that he wasn't going to move any further until you turned to face him.

"Why?" he asked, and if you hadn't known better, you'd have thought he looked...hopeful.

"What do you mean why?" you attempted to play dumb, but as the rest of your morning, that failed as well. "Can we just pretend I didn't say that? I really need to keep my tongue in check," you muttered to yourself.

Michael just continued to stare at you, the two of you having come to a halt in the middle of one of the hallways.

"Were you...upset about hearing the news of the wedding," he questioned.

It truly looked like he wanted you to say yes, but you knew better than to do that.

"Honestly...no," you sighed, and your suspicions were confirmed when you saw his expression fall a little. Diverting your gaze, you tried to think of an alternative excuse as to why you could have been so exhausted. "I just...miss my students, you know, they usually keep me going," you broke into a sincere smile at the thought of the children that you adored. "I'm so used to having them as my source of energy..." you trailed off. "And now that I'm here, and not in the classroom as usual...I need a bit of adjusting," you shrugged.

Though Michael's expression had fallen, he also erupted into a sincere smile at how genuinely you cared for those children, a trait of yours that he never failed to remind you he loved.

"You know, I've said this a million times before, and I'll say it again," he chuckled. "There isn't anyone out there who deserves to be a teacher more than you. Your unconditional love for your students is.....beautiful,"

"And that's why today is not my day," you giggled. "So a bit of rest will do me a lot of good,"

"Right," he snapped himself back to his senses as he commenced leading the way again, guiding you to your bedroom.

Eventually, you both arrived at the door to the room you would be staying in, and as he opened the door, his arm brushed against your waist - sending electric sparks searing through your veins. You instinctively bit your lip, trying not to show how it had taken you by pleasant surprise.

He seemed to have felt it too, given the sharp intake of breath that followed straight after his arm had grazed against your waist.

"Well, here it is," he spoke, breaking the silence that would have turned awkward had it been allowed to last a second longer. "Your personal space for the next two days," he motioned for you to enter the room first. "I hope it is to your satisfaction,"

You couldn't help but giggle at his last few words, your eyes still glimmering as you scanned the room. There was no doubt about the fact that you were insanely impressed by how stunning everything was. The interior was as versatile as it was grand - a striking combination that took your breath away.

But you hadn't been allowed to gaze at the room's features for too long, as the sound of your bags gently hitting the floor ushered you back to reality. You turned around to see that Michael was already walking out.

"Hey," you stopped him, making him turn back to look at you. "Thank you, this room is perfect," you tried to be as kind as you could, but it was obvious that he wasn't a hundred percent elated with what had just happened.

"I'm glad you see it that way," he forced a smile of his own. "But for now, you should get some rest until Beth gets back,"

And before you could say anything else, he was gone.

Oh this was going to be one hell of a weekend.

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