Jersey|| M.C

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"Decided to join us?" Luke laughs once Ana and I walk into the restaurant, walking towards the table the boys are sitting at.

"Of course we did. Would Calum and Luke mind if maybe Allison and Michael sat at their own table?They need to talk about some things." Ana says sitting in the empty seat beside Luke. 

"Only if that's okay with Michael." I say before they answer, looking to Michael to try and read his expression, only to see a blank face staring back at me.

"Yeah, go ahead and take him. Have him home by nine though, that's his curfew." Calum playfully winks at me, nudging Michael to get out of his seat. Michael stands and combs through his hair once with his fingers before looking at me.

"So uh, where would you like to go?" He asks.

"Well we should probably find a table, that's a good start." I tell him with a smile, walking towards an empty table with two chairs. "Does this work for you?" I ask.

"Yeah." He nods, then I go to sit in the chair before he stops me. "Wait, isn't it like, more preferred if I pull your chair out for you?" He asks, reaching around me to pull the chair out a bit more. "And now you sit in it, and then I push it in for you, right?" He asks with a smile as I sit in the chair, trying to hold in my laughter as he pushes my seat in.

"Thank you Michael, thank you. I think you're only supposed to do that to prove you're a gentleman, but since you took care of me and made sure I got home safely when I was drunk, you didn't have to prove that you're a gentleman. I wouldn't have cared if you pulled my chair out or not." I tell him as he sits in the seat across from me.

"I don't know Allison, I think I should prove myself a gentleman as much as I can, I mean, with all my muscles and gnarly looks I bet I can seem rude at times." He says, flexing his bicep.

"Oh you're right Mikey, I forgot how intimidating you were when you aren't trying, my bad." I laugh. "I'm sorry about earlier, when I sort of flipped out on Calum. It's not your fault, I hope you know." I tell him.

"Don't worry, I understand. Cal can be annoying, and he was annoying you at the time. He shouldn't pressure you to date me because, well, it might be hard for you." He tells me, waving off my apology.

"What might be hard for me?" I ask confused.

"Dating me." He states. "I mean, I don't mean it that way, I-" He starts after realizing how that could've been taken. "I meant it like, you're used to full stone-hard muscle and athleticism and I'm a little bit of muscle and zombie movies, I didn't mean you're not good enough to be able to handle me I'm sorry if it sounded that way." He says sighing, rubbing his eyes with his hands.

"Calm down, you have to stop thinking I'll be offended by everything you say, because I won't. I actually was waiting for you to finish speaking before I decided what I thought, so don't worry you're fine. But uh, yeah maybe I'm used to what you're describing, but that was the only thing I knew. People change, and I think I'm done with those type of people, dating wise I mean. I feel like I'm looking for maybe, I don't know, a little bit of muscle and zombie movies." I shrug, looking at the small smile playing on his lips as I talk.