Michael x Noah 🙏

2. ~meet up~

Michaels pov:
It's been 3 weeks since I saw Noah. I didn't realize how much I missed talking to him until 3 weeks ago.
But why hasn't he texted me yet?... he's the one that asked for my number.
Should I text him? Hm...
Yeah-
I pull out my phone and search for Noah's contact. Oh crap. I didn't save him as Noah... I didn't save him as anything at all...
I search through all the random numbers I have in my phone.
This one was the most recent, and it has no conversions under it, so, this must be it.
What do I even say?
"Let's meet up-" deleted that one.
"Heyyyyy Noahhhhh-" Nope.
"Wanna hang out-" deleted.
What do I say?!!!
"Hey is this Noah Carter? It's me Michael."
Sent.
Delivered.
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Read at 6:51 pm.
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Typing...
Oh, he stopped typing...
Typing...
Oh nooooooo!!!
"Yes, hey Michael! I was going to text you but I forgot to save your number so it deleted. Thank you for texting!"
Oh that's why he wasn't texting-
I don't know what to text back...
Typing...
Oh, he's typing again.
"Let's meet up."
Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Thank god! I would never be able to send that, I don't know why, I guess I just think it's bold to say even though it's not-
I texted him back, I told him yes and we decided on a place to hangout.

It's a bit later in the night, it's now 8:00 pm, I'm supposed to be at the restaurant at 8:00 but I'm just leaving the house.
I ran out the door, quickly started my car, and sped out of my neighborhood.
I pull up into the parking lot of the restaurant. I text Noah to ask him where he is.

Noah :):
"Wya?"
"Once you walk into the restaurant, take a right and then another right."
Uhhhh confusing but okay? I walk into the restaurant and follow his instructions. Walk in. Take a right. Then another right.
Oh I found him.

"Hey Michael, I remember you used to love this place in high school, so that's why I chose here." Noah said as I sat down.
I smiled.
"So..." I said, not knowing how to start a conversation.
"Soooo? Ha- you still suck at making conversation-" Noah said with a teasing tone.
"Shut up."
"So-"
Noah was interrupted by the waiter that came over to us.
"Hey, I'm Elise, I'll be your waiter today, can I get you started on drinks?" She said, she sounded very kind.
"A large coke." Noah said to the waiter.
"I'll just have a medium lemonade." I told her as she wrote down our drinks.
"You guys good to order food" she asked kindly. "Or do you guys need an extra minute?"
Noah and I look at each other and nod.
"Yeah, I'll get a burger, medium rare, with lettuce, onions, and peppers." The waiter wrote down Noah's order. "Oh and a side of fries."
"I'll have uh... plain pasta, no sauce, just butter."
The waiter finished writing out orders and left.
"Ha- picky ass bitch."
"Shut up." Noah was the kind of person you'd want to be around. He makes fun of you, jokingly of course, but he knows limits. He's a very nice guy once you get to know him. I kind of... miss him... like.... Being with him.

Noah's pov:
Finally, our food arrives at the table. Honestly, it was fast for a busy restaurant, so I'm not complaining.
I've noticed Michael just sitting across from me, staring a few times. Maybe he really just doesn't know what to talk about. I miss dating him. He's so sweet, but damn he's a brat sometimes.
I wonder what he'd say if I asked him out again. Would he date me?... Does he feel the same way?...
"So Michael, you with anyone?" I asked, I really don't know how I ask things so casually.
"I- uh- um- no." Michael said with a bit of a stutter. Or would that be stumbling over words?
"Oh that's nice- I mean- not nice but- oh my god- I'll just shut up- ignore me-" I heard a little giggle from him. It looked as if he was trying to hide it. But I've dating him for two years before. He should know I can read right through him.
"Ha. Ha. Funny, is it." I said sarcastically.
"What it's revenge for yesterday." He said.
I guess it's revenge for when I stabbed him with the needle without countdown yesterday.
"I'm not seeing anyone either but I'm surprised you're not with anyone." I said to him.
"What- why's that?"
I looked at him.
"You're so fucking hot, and you're personally, it's uh- 67% cute."
Michael gave me a look of confusion but in a joking way.
"You can definitely put someone in their place if they need it-"
Oh, to be with him again...

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