Sleeping With a Friend

Chapter Eighteen

"Are you sure this doesn't look to slutty? I mean it's just the movies." I picked my head up from looking intently at the clothes Sophie had chosen for my date with Michael. It was a low V-neck that had stripes on the sleeves and a pocket on the left boob paired with a pair of leggings that had a leather strip on the sides. These clothes were buried so deep in my chest drawers I didn't even think she would find them.

"Seriously Y/N? You look hot!" She admired her choices through the mirror. "What did Michael say about tonight? Is he picking you up or are you just meeting him there?" She asked, sitting on the bed. I walked over to my dresser, picking up my mascara to put a few more coats on my eyelashes.

"What are you, my mother?" I chuckled, hearing her huff. "He said he would come pick me up. I'm surprised you didn't see that since you snoop through my phone every other second." I joked.

"I wanted you to do the rest, that's why! You see I'm just here to get it started. It's up to you to decide what happens after."

I sighed, "What if he doesn't even like me?" I asked, finishing the last coat of mascara and twisting on my heels, my hands holding me up against the dresser.

"Y/N!" She groaned, half chuckling out my name. I became embarrassed just thinking about it. "Just shut up!"

"Wow Soph, way to be subtle."

"No I'm serious. You need to just go out and have a good time! Don't worry about him liking you or not, you're just doing this for the hell of it, remember? Besides, if you act like yourself, what's not to like?" I rolled my eyes at her, tossing the mascara tube onto the dressing. I began fumbling with my hair, making sure the hour spent straightening it would stay intact.

"Do you really think he will?" I asked her quietly.

"Yes!" She hoped off the bed, holding out my phone. "Michael said he would be here soon."

"Wow, thanks for the message. You sure you don't wanna come with." I grabbed my phone from her and left the bedroom.

"Yes I'm sure," I heard her say, trailing behind me. "Do you care if I just stay here while you're gone? I wanna be here for when you get back so you can give me all of the juicy details about your date." She wiggled her shoulders, plopping down on the couch. I shook my head at her as she made herself at home like usual.

"I don't care." I shrugged, "There's a frozen pizza if you get hungry. And I got the first season of Scandal if you want to watch it."

"Ooh," She enthused, "I might have to start binge watching."

"Well if you do, don't tell me anything about it. I don't want any spoilers before I start." I heard her groan at my request, but if I didn't, then the whole series would be watched without me.

I went to grab my purse when my phone started ringing. When I looked at the screen I was more enlightened then I thought I would be to see it was Michael.

"Hello?" I answered with a grin, making Sophie fumble off the couch and come running towards me with a bright smile on her face.

"Hey, I'm here. Do you want me to come up?" He asked and I could hear the smile in his voice, which in turn only made mine bigger.

"No, no you don't have to! I'm locking my door right now. I'll be down in twenty seconds." I hurried, throwing my purse over my shoulder and hitting the end button on the call.

"So?" Sophie implied for me to answer right then.

"He's here." I paced to the door, swinging it open fast.

"Have fun! Don't be home too late!" She yelled at my down the hall.

"Gee, thanks mom. I'll be home before curfew." I joked with her, walking quickly down the hallway to the stairs and down, going as fast and careful as I could to not trip and fall. When I reached the lobby, I stopped dead in my tracks, taking a deep breath in and calming myself before taking much smaller steps out to where Michael was waiting for me. As I got closer to the door, I noticed him leaning against his car and it felt like a scene in a move. I felt like "If You Were Here" from Sixteen Candles was about to play overhead and a slow motion pan was about to play out. I opened the door and smiled at Michael, taking in how good he looked against the car door. His upper body was adorned with a swooped grey t-shirt and a dark red and blue flannel, over that was a leather jacket—I had suddenly wanted to wrap my arms around him and never let go. That's when the second slow motion pan would kick in, doing a full 360 around us.

But alas, any hope that it was actually going to be an 80's Molly Ringwald movie I wanted to be in was useless. Reality is much different.

"Hi." I said softly, approaching him nervously.

"Hi," He repeated with a smirk. "You ready?" I nodded, wrapping my hands around my elbows; it was much colder then I had expected. He swiftly moved to the side, opening the door for me to get in. I took a deep breath and watched as he walked around the car. He walked with a sense of pride and it made me shiver just looking at him. Michael was so much different than Ashton, I could already tell without even having a full conversation with him. This was exactly what I needed.