My Girl

34

The next day, it was quiet in the house.

Lillian left for work, leaving Mikey and I alone.

Last night felt unreal, finally seeing him again, being able to have him hold me again, it was just perfect.

But now... it was awkward.

"So, how's everyone...?" I asked after a few minutes of silence.

"They're good. Um they miss you." Mikey said.

"Yeah, I miss them too." I replied.

Mikey just nodded, bringing back the awkward silence as we ate breakfast.

"Ahem, anyways. I never got to show you around since our nap lasted until this morning. Want to walk around?" I suggested, looking at him.

His eyes brightened slightly at the idea, nodding.

"Alright then, let's get ready." I laughed a bit.

You'd think after all these years we would be mature adults.

Not at all.

"(Y/n)! I want Ice cream!!!!" Mikey whined, grasping my arm while shaking it.

"Boy! Relax!" (Y/n) laughed, shaking her head.

Mikey huffed, pouting.

I tried my best not to look at him, but he made the task very hard.

He kept on bringing his face right in front of me, forcing me to look at him.

He was pouting while making baby eyes at me.

I groaned, stomping.

"FINE! We'll stop at this ice cream place I know." I gave in, while Mikey cheered.

I just stared at him with a judgmental look, before a smile slipped out.

"It's like a 5 minute walk, can you handle that?" I mocked him.

Mikey just flicked my forehead with a smirk.

"Ow!" I shouted, glaring at him.

"Yup!" He simply said, walking ahead of me.

"You're going the wrong way idiot!" I shouted.

He turned around and walked the other way acting like it never happened.

"We're here." I said, showing off the ice cream place as if I owned it.

"Woah!" Mikey exclaimed, his eyes wide open.

The place was colorful, and the ice cream display featured almost any ice cream flavor you could think of.

I glanced at Mikey, chuckling a bit.

"You're drooling buddy." I snickered.

He blushed with embarrassment, wiping his mouth.

"Well, let's go order!" I said, dragging him to the front by his arm.

He happily obliged, ordering whatever his heart desired.

Once we got our order, I sat down with a cookies n creme come, while Mikey had at least 4 scoops of different ice cream flavors.

"What??" Mikey asked as I stared at him with disbelief.

"Are you even going to eat all of that?!" I asked, shaking my head.

"Yea! Don't underestimate me (N/n)." Mikey said, a determine look on his face.

I laughed, holding my hands up as if I was surrendering.

"Whatever you say." I said, not believing him.

I should of believed him.

"I can't believe you ate all of that ice cream." I said with disbelief.

Mikey grinned, hugging me.

"Thank you for the ice cream (N/n)! Where to next?!" Mikey said.

I blushed, hugging him back.

"Uh, do you like roller skating?" I asked.

Mikey's smile dropped, and with that, I smirked.

"No, don't even." Mikey said.

I took his hand, dragging him to the roller skating rink.

"(Y/N)! I HATE YOU!!!!" Mikey shouted, as he clung onto the rink's wall as if his life depended on it.

I just laughed at him, skating my heart away around the rink.

I glided around without a care in the world, feeling content for once.

I had the man I love back with me (who was trying his best not to just his ass currently), and everything felt normal... for once.

I skated over to Mikey, taking his hands.

"What are you doing?!" Mikey panicked while I shushed him.

"Don't worry, just take my hands." I said.

"But I-"

"Do you trust me?" I asked, staring into his eyes.

He stayed quiet for a minute, staring back into my eyes.

"... okay." He said holding onto my hands firmly.

I smiled, starting to skate backwards.

He started rolling as well, the once panicked look on his face slowly turning into a smile.

"Hey! I'm not falling." Mikey laughed.

"I won't let you. Let go one one of my hands well skate together." I said, letting go of one of his hands.

I turned my body so I could skate the same way he was, guiding him around so he wouldn't fall.

We laughed as we went around the rink about 10000 times, not caring who stared at us as if we were too grown to be having fun.

Right now the only thing that mattered to us was each other.

The calm before the storm.