Killer || m.g.c

0.3

Bonnie Jackson.

The unknown is a terrifying thing. The confusion and fear it brings to someone could make even the bravest of the brave stand paralysed in fear. Put the unknown in to the body of a person you were supposed to meet on a date and you get total chaos. Since when did Michael become the unknown, one would question. The answer? About thirty-seconds ago when I realised how little I knew about him.

"Just wear your jeans and a shirt, comfortable yet not too casual." Nathan said halfheartedly, focusing more on the Apple product in his hand than the friend in front of him.

"No, my jeans make my ass look terrible." I huffed, falling back on to my bed which Nate laid on, his stomach on the sheets.

"Bull," he rolled his eyes. "Your ass looks fine in jeans." I groaned, deciding to just go with it so I wouldn't have to keep trying on things. I watched as Nate sighed, turning the phone off and turning to me.

"I'm bored." He stated.

"I'm nervous." I replied, staring up at the ceiling. I was excited for the date, of course, but I had the thought that I was rushing things with Michael earlier and it's been running through my mind ever since.

What if I was rushing things with him and we were just spiralling out of control in to a world of heart ache? Are we really that compatible? The questions swam through my mind and I couldn't seem to stop them.

I glanced at the clock and groaned, it was five to seven and Michael would be here any minute now. I glanced at Nate and we made eye contact before he snapped his line of vision back to the phone screen.

"I need to get dressed." I stated. He nodded, leaving my room without a word. Once I was alone, I did just what I said I would.

Dark red, almost brown, jeans with holes at the knees, docs, black singlet all matched with Michael's jacket. I smiled at how I looked in the mirror, accepting this was the best I was going to get before walking in to the bathroom, brushing out any tangles from my hair and putting on a layer of mascara. I decided against make up, I didn't have the time or energy.

I liked wearing Michael's jacket. It was way to big, giving me sweater paws, and enveloped me in a bundle of warmth. The black leather gave an edgy sort of look, which I liked. I wasn't a skirt and heels sort of girl.

At about three past seven, the door bell rang and Nate yelled incoherently to get my attention. I took a deep breath before making my way towards the door, a quick stop in my room to grab my phone. Opening the door, I smiled as Michael scanned me from top to bottom, biting his lip.

"Thoughts?" I chuckled, twirling around to give him a full view of what I wore.

"You look amazing. Told you my jacket looks good on you!" He exclaimed, walking back towards his car. I stopped, laughing to myself at first sight of the vehicle. "What?" Michael questioned, eye brows furrowed together.

"You bought a jeep." I stated, referring to an advertisement I'd seen recently. Michael rolled his eyes, continuing to walk over to the drivers side.

"I get one good car and people give me shit for it!" Michael faked frustration as he buckled up, me doing the same before he began driving.

"Don't be silly, Michael. I'm not giving you shit for it, I'm simply referencing the ad." I said with a wide smile. Michael glanced at me, the same expression on his face.

"Sure, sure." He grumbled. I tapped absentmindedly in rhythm to the song on the radio as silence filled the car until it was quickly broken by Michael. "I'm not going to lie, I was nervous to see you again."

"Yeah?" I said, silently suggesting he continue. I turned to look at him now. His eyes stayed looking at the road, not moving away as he spoke his words. His lips moved and seemed to almost hypnotise me and, to be honest, I just wanted to kiss him.

"Yeah, don't really know why, though. Now that I'm here, I know I was being stupid." He chuckled humourlessly.

"I felt the same way," I chuckled. "Kinda realised how little I knew about you."

"Ok, twenty facts. Let's do this." Michael said enthusiastically.

"Um, ok." I chuckled. "I'm nineteen."

"Already knew that because of your profile, but ok. I'm also nineteen."

"I'm the assistant of some CEO." I watched Michael think for a second.

"I'm self employed. Others hire me and I do whatever they need."

"Favourite colour is blue."

The little game lasted the rest of the car ride, just little facts being shared between the two of us. A few embarrassing childhood stories were shared too, along with first kiss and first 'sexual encounter', as Michael had put it, stories were told.

Michael pulled in to a parking spot and took out the keys before smiling and looking at me.

"This should be really fun, the movies really good from what I've heard." I smiled back at him, enjoying how happy he was talking about something he enjoyed.

"Put a shirtless Thor in there and of course the movie will be great." I said with a smirk. "Scratch that, just Thor in general." Michael laughed.

"With and without a shirt, you're so accepting." Michael chuckled.

I could feel the heat bubble up to my cheeks as Michael took my hand in his, brushing the pad of his thumb over my knuckle as he gave looked at our intertwined fingers. I bit my lip to make my wide grin seem smaller, the butterflies and tingles that ran from my arm to my chest making me feel giddy, as if drunk from his touch. The look on his face told me he felt the same way.

The look on his face also told me he was just as scared as I was as his window shattered, a hand reaching through and slamming his face against the car seat.