A few minutes after he left there was another knock at my door.
I folded my arms across my chest and stared intently at the door. It was probably the same guy again to say some more smart crap to my face.
Halfway through the second knock I pulled open the door and was a bit taken back to see Michael. He held a sort of bothered expression.
"Michael, what are you-"
"No," he said sternly and entered my room, walking passed me. "You're not doing this y/n."
"Do what?" I questioned as I turned to look at him. The door slowly closed behind me.
"You're not pushing me away like you've been doing to everyone else for these past four months."
"Michael I can do whatever I-"
"I said NO!" He yelled and I shut my mouth. I decided to let him rant and take out his anger, cause obviously he didn't take my rejection too well. Either that, or he woke up on the wrong side of the bed.
"You do not get to do whatever you want because you need me y/n," he stated while facing me, waving his hands around as he talked, creating a whole scene. "You need me because you've been depressed and you can't stay like this forever. So for that very reason is why I'm taking you out on dates. Because you need to move on already."
I shoved my hands into my pockets while holding eye contact with him. I waited patiently for him to finish, keeping my stubborn and disinterested face.
"You just don't quit, do you?" I rhetorically asked.
He took a deep breath as he seemed to have finally said what's been bottled in his head.
"No," he responded. "I don't. Especially on a woman."
I let out an amused laugh.
"So get ready, cause we're watching a movie in a few hours. I'll pick you up at four."
He glared at me to see my reaction and I simply rose my eyebrows, slowly looking at the door, which was my silent way of saying 'Alright, you win. Now get out.'
He took the hint and headed over to the door, throwing up a fist in victory.
As he disappeared behind the door I leaned back on the wall. I ran my hands through my hair and released a deep breath.
"This guy is going to be the death of me."
I grabbed some ripped jeans and a white t-shirt while heading to the bathroom.
As I got dressed I brushed back my brown hair that ended a little below my shoulders. I grabbed a grey beanie and put it on.
I sat on my bed and grabbed my small bag. The front pocket was unzipped. I dug my hand inside and fished out the only object that was in there-the ring.
I grabbed my wallet and shoved the ring inside there.
Soon enough there was a knock on the door and I stood up to attend it. I placed my wallet in my back pocket and greeted Michael with a fake smile.
A chuckle was the first thing that came out of his lips.
"You don't have to be so excited," he teased and motioned for me to follow.
"Wait, hold up." I ran back inside and grabbed my bag before heading outside with him.
"Why do you need that?"
"You'll see."
We walked to the elevator and out of the hotel premise.
"Can I drive?" I ask as I followed him to his car. He gave me a questioning look.
I sigh and roll my eyes. "Come on, man. I've been in taxies for months I wanna drive for once."
"Fine." He pulls his keys out and tosses them at me. With one hand I catch them and skipped towards the driver's seat, giggling quietly to myself. I see Michael's smile from the corner of my eyes and I look up to glare at him.
On purpose he didn't look at me. He sat in the passenger's seat.
I adjusted my seat since I was a bit shorter and buckled up, shoving the keys through its slot.
I drove out of the parking lot and down the roads, passing by the theater.
"Hey where are you going the movies is-"
"Shut up, I think I know that," I butt in and grinned slyly.
I pulled into a McDonald's drive-through.
"I don't think we'll have time to eat, y/n. The movie is in a few minutes."
"Will you quit your complaining? Gosh, you sound like a woman. Not even I complain that much."
He shifted uncomfortably in his seat and I turned my head to look at him, laughing slightly.
He gave me a shy and awkward smile which looked quite cute.
"Well that's because you're a heartbroken rebel."
I rolled my eyes playfully and ordered some cheeseburgers and fries.
I payed and drove off.
"Are we supposed to shove these down before the movie?" He questioned while sneaking a peek into the bag.
"No," I stated, pulling into the theater and parking. "We're eating it in the theater."
He glared at me. "How? They don't allow food in there."
I sigh and grabbed my bag while opening it. "You're not very bright are you, Mikey."
He quickly caught on and chuckled, placing the food into my bag. "Don't ever call me that again."
"Oh don't be cranky now," I laugh and got out of car. I hand him his keys and head towards the line.
"I'm paying for the movie," he stated randomly as we approached the front of the line.
I shrugged carelessly.
We enter our theater and I run up to the very top row. I sit down in the center and grin as I pull out our food from my bag.
He chuckled. "Aren't we gonna get caught?"
"Nah. Now go get us some drinks."
"Soda?"
I place a finger on my lips, humming in thought. "Fruit punch."
He rolled his eyes and headed out of the room.
A smile formed at my lips and I leaned back on my chair, resting my feet on the chair in front of me while unwrapping my burger.
Michael came back with two drinks a few minutes later. He sat down to my left and grabbed his own food.
And just then, the lights dimmed down.
