Dedication: LucyFrickingClifford for the a-maz-ing cover! I really REALLY love it! I just- I want to look at it forever.
On the side/top is Mikayla, I completely forgot to add a pic of her before.
"Hey Grandpa, do you like my hair?" Mikayla asks, grinning cheekily as she flips her now red hair. She sits on the counter, swinging her legs. I give her a stern look and she rolls her eyes, hoppindgdown with a huff of annoyance
I chuckle, "Why are you here? Shouldn't you be out with your friends and being a teenager instead of annoying your Grandpa?"
She shrugs, "I like the bookstore. And anyway, I'm going out later," She wiggles her eyebrows as she half- whispers the next part, "On a date! But don't tell Mom!"
"With who? Who is this special someone" I ask as we begin to put away the new delivery of books. I shake my head at the bright covers, but Mikayla picked them out
"Well, her name is Rose, and her hair is this amazing blue, and her eyes are the same colour, and she loves all the same bands as me, and she has this amazing lip ring, and she volunteers at a pet shelter and she's just so-" She rambles before sighing happily. She looks at me through the bookshelf, "I met her here actually. She was looking for my favourite book, and then I gave her my number by writing it on the dust jacket,"
I stop what I'm doing to look at her as she continues to put away the books, "You're very romantic, young lady. A bit cheesey, but that's okay. It reminds me of Michael,"
October 13th 2015
54 years and 209 days ago
10 years and 95 days before
I'm woken by a few irregular thuds on my window. I close my eyes, hoping it'll go away, but it just continues. I pull the blanket over my head, trying to get back to sleep and to the dream I was having.
Suddenly there's music playing and I groan as I walk to the window, sleepily rubbing my eyes, "Please don't let this be Michael, please don't let this be Michael,"
I open the window, and suddenly something flies past me, barely missing my head. I pick it up from where it landed, confused as I return to the window and shout to the dark and nearly empty street below, "Michael is- is this a sock?"
I can see a figure, silhouetted on the edge of the streetlamp's light. He yells at me, chuckling, "Rocks would damage the window and I ain't paying for it,"
I roll my eyes, but of course he can't see me and call down, "What are you doing? It's two in the morning, let me have some god damn sleep"
"Just- just come down here, okay?"
"Fine. But only because I know you wouldn't leave me alone otherwise, you pain in the ass!"
* * * * *
"Michael," I groan, "Will you please tell me what we're doing,"
"No. It's called suspense, look it up bītch,"
"You know, I actually prefer the name dimples," I grin at him sleepily, showing him said dimples. He smiles at me, biting his lip as we continue to walk, and he looks really nervous.
We walk through the dark park, our way lit by the streetlights and I of course know where we're going. I just want to know why he had to wake me up at 2 in the morning and drag me outside.
We reach our bench and I raise an eyebrow, grumpy in my sleep deprived state, "Yea okay it's the bench. Woop di do. Can I go home now?"
"Sit down Irwin, it's romance time," I roll my eyes but do as told as he sits beside me, "I know sometimes I come off a little- um, strong and err... crazy. But I was thinking so much about how I'd make everyday special ever since I first saw you. But maybe I should just cut the crap and tell you-" he takes a deep breath, "I really like you, dimples,"
I just smile softly and he glances at my lips as I glance at his, until I look into his green eyes and he meets my gaze, grinning shyly.
I hesitantly place a hand on his chest, smiling softly and moving closer to him. He places his hand gingerly on my cheek, and my breathing speeds up as he lightly brushes his thumb over my jaw, the bridge of my nose and finally my lips
I lean in slowly as he does the same, our faces already so close. His hot breath hits my lips, sending shivers down my spine. I close my eyes and I can feel Mikey's rapid heartbeat beneath my hand, finally knowing he feels the same way.
And then finally our lips meet, and it just feels so impossibility right, like I should be kissing him all day everyday. Our lips move together perfectly, and I feel butterflies as he moves his hands to my waist and pulls me closer until I'm practically on his lap.
We pull apart, breathless and suddenly cracks and booms fill the air. I look up to see the sky full of beautiful fireworks, lighting up the dark sky.
"I just wanted you to see fireworks the first time we kissed," he whispers, and I look at him.
"I don't know if I want to punch you or kiss you right now," I shake my head. He grins at me cheekily, giving me a quick peck on my lips. "It's definitely kiss," I whisper, but punch him on the arm anyway.
[A/N] Aaaah!!! Mashton kiss! I hope you liked that chapter. It was short but (hopefully) sweet. Vote and comment, you sexy mofos.
P.S. Has anybody noticed how when I give the date I say like 3 years before? Anybody wondered what its before? XD
-Cece 🍃
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