If you're one of those people who doesn't like when Michael isn't portrayed as the person he really was in real life then I don't even know why you're reading this book. Let alone this part of the book. Sorry, I just thought that I needed to put that in here somewhere because it seems like some people are sensitive to that. This goes for almost all of my stories.
(Also, when you see it, listen to the song from ^^ it will help set the vibe. You'll know it when you get there ;) )
I feel the hot dry sun beat down on my face, the moist sand between my toes and fingers. I feel completely relaxed and calm.
Lolas voice slowly comes back into my focus now that I feel it's time to stop ignoring her. She's been talking for about ten minutes but I haven't been listening. I know what she's talking about, I just don't care right now.
"What?" I ask in a confused tone. Not because I didn't understand what she said, but because I didn't hear what she said.
"I asked you if you wanted to come to a yacht party with me later." She says timidly, most likely because she knows what my answer will be. I glance at her quickly before looking back out at the horizon.
"Why?" I ask her. If I can't think of any good reason why, maybe she can since she's the one bugging me about it. I halfway expected her to whimper in defeat but she didn't. She actually has a reason?
"Because. I have this feeling about you and Michael. You've met before and as far as I can tell he really liked you. He never takes to anyone that quickly. And he's literally perfect for you." She tells me in a serious tone. I look at her over my sunglasses thinking about it. I wouldn't mind going to a party tonight, but what does Michaels fine ass have to do with it? I shrug.
"Okay. Sure." I answer before lying down on my beach towel. It was silent for a few seconds too long, so I opened a single eye to look at Lola. Her jaw had nearly dropped to the ground.
"You're joking right?"
I laughed and shook my head full of curly hair.
"No. I'll go." I smile at her. She let out a long sigh of relief and fell back.
"You have no idea how much fun you're going to have. Michaels parties are always the best!" She squeals excitedly. I scrunch up my face, confused.
"Michaels parties?" I repeat her words. So that's what he has to do with it....
"Uh, yeah?" She gives me a "duh" look.
"Michael is throwing the party?" I ask. I don't know what it is about that but it completely confuses me. Maybe because when we met he was very sweet and... didn't seem like that type of guy.
"Mmhm." She hums nodding her head slowly like I'm an idiot. I cross my arms behind my head supporting my neck. My mind slowly drifts off to a place I've never been before. Memories of the first time I met him fill my mind. I remember his broad shoulders and small waist, his perfectly toned, smooth, caramel colored skin, beautiful jet black silky curly hair. He had perfect teeth and a perfect smile. Never in my life had I been more fascinated by a guy. He was pretty. He was truly something else and I'm surprised that I'm excited to see him again. He smelled good too... I immediately stop my thoughts when I feel butterflies creeping into my stomach. My eyes shoot open as I realize Lola hasn't stopped talking since I entered my reverie.
"What in the world were you thinking about, Ari?" She asks in disbelief. I sit straight up and start gathering my things.
"Nothing! I-I mean, nothing. I'm fine." I say frantically. Holy crap. Not this again. I better not have a goddamn crush on him. I barely even know him. But there's just some-
