*4 months later*
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Zoë's POV
"Get in the fookin' car already!" Louis giggles to his boyfriend who is currently holding onto him like a koala. They are literally the cutest couple I have ever seen. #Larryforlife
Michael gathered up all of our closest friends to take them all out to dinner at a fancy restaurant. You know what fancy restaurants have? Good wine. I hope I don't get too sloppy before the nights' over because I could absolutely go for a glass of that Clifford dick. What can I say, it's kind of like heroine. Once you try it, you can't get off it ;).
Once we have everyone piled into the big truck, by everyone I mean our collective 8 friends, Michael starts the car and takes us to the restaurant.
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About halfway through the car ride, I heard everyone start whispering and chuckling about something. Since I was in the passenger seat, I wasn't really apart of the conversation, but I was starting to feel left out on all the fun.
"What're you guys talking about?" I ask, spinning around in my seat so I could at least look at them.
"Oh, uh, just about how Luke hasn't ever played real football. Like haven't you ever wanted to get off your lazy ass and actually kick it into a real goal instead of one on FIFA?" Louis asks, chuckling to himself for a few seconds before the others joined in. Hmmm.
"Oh, alright then." I mumble, turning back around to face the road.
They're hiding something.
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We finally make it to the restaurant and everyone files out of the car and shuffles into the restaurant.
"Table for 10 under the name Clifford." Michael tells the maître d'. She quickly checks the reservations booklet and nods for us to follow her to our table.
"Sit here." Michael says, pulling out a chair for me.
"What if I wanted to sit there?" I chuckle, taking a seat in the chair he pulled out. He just rolls his eyes and takes a seat next to me. Well not exactly next to me since I was at the head of the table, but he took a seat directly to my right.
After everyone had found their seat, a waitress took our drink orders and hurried off to the kitchen to get them.
"This is a nice place Michael." I comment, taking in the beautiful decorations. "It's sweet of you to take all of these people out for no reason."
"Heh, yeah I'm a pretty thoughtful guy." He says awkwardly.
What is going on here?
"Mi-"
"Alright so how's everybody doing? I've got your drinks right here." The waitress interrupts, handing out everyone's drinks. She's a pretty young woman with red hair and a bright smile.
"Thank you," I pause to look at her name tag. "Erica."
"No problem. I want to make sure this night goes wonderfully for all of you." She says perkily.
"Well thank you Erica. Does everyone know what they want?" Michael asks the table. Most nod and others quickly scan the menu one last time before deciding.
"Looks like it." Erica laughs before taking everyone's orders.
"Michael....what is going on here?" I ask sweetly, giving him an innocent smile.
"What do you mean?" He asks, cocking his head to the side to show his 'confusion'.
"I mean why is everyone acting so weird?" I clarify, motioning to the people at the table who were all talking and laughing with each other.
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