Ashlyn P.O.V
We ate most of the food we, well, I ordered. I was completely full by the end of it. Michael had put doe money into a bright and colorful jukebox and played some slow moving song.
"May I have this dance?" he said in a deep voice, smiling, obviously trying to hold in a laugh.
I threw him a sideways glance,"Fine." I sigh, laughing at how stupid we must look to other people, though there weren't many people in the joint.
He pulled me up from the dirty seat and pretty much hugged me and swayed at the same time, not exactly slow dancing but good enough for me. I haven't looked to see if my dad has called me, I know he has. I still don't care if he has, it was rude of him anyway.
"When are we going to a hotel?" I feel him resting his chin on top of my head, the perks of being short I guess.
"Whenever we want."
"People are watching us."
"I know, but-"
I cut him off, "We don't have to care." the song slowly comes to and end.
"Can we go?" Michael lets me go, I'm instantly cold without his body heat.
I sigh, he's already slipping on the leather jacket he had with him in his school bag,"Fine lets go." I pull on my sweatshirt and we walk out of the fast food joint together.
