doubt// sighmike

.1

Michael

The two friends walked into the boardwalk, ready to spend all of the money in their pockets on greasy food and stupid  games. Michael and Christian walked side by side, making a beeline straight to the arcade.

The two teenagers walked into the familiar setting, the smell of sweat and various sodas filling the air. The dark haired boy felt a nudge at his side, and looked at his blonde friend who was pointing at something in a corner and looking at Michael with a smile bigger that a child's on Christmas morning.

Laser Tag.

Michael grinned back at Christian and shrugged, walking over to the counter to purchase the tickets.

The girl behind the cash register gave them a polite smile, her straight teeth dazzling under the fluorescent lighting.

"Two for laser tag." Michael says politely, glancing at Christian, who was swooning at the sight of the brunette.

The girl, "Stephanie" her name tag read nodded and proceeded to give him the total; "Fourteen dollars." She said confidently and the two friends handed her their shares.

Stephanie ducked under the counter, quickly returning with two neon green bracelets, beckoning them forward.

The two boys stuck their arms out as the girl adjusted their passes. Michael smiled at the girl before the boys turned around to head to their version of Disneyland.

"Wait!" They heard the girl call out and they both spun around cautiously.

Stephanie smiled shyly before looking at Christian and speaking, "You."

Christian furrowed his brows in confusion before hesitantly walking to the counter as Michael crossed his arms and smirked.

He watched from afar as the cashier grabbed a nearby flyer and scribbled digits onto it with a yellow highlighter, before handing it to Christian who tapped his foot nervously. The girl nodded, as if dismissing him before Christian turned back around and headed towards his best friend, blushing uncontrollably and biting his lip to try to hide the smile, a tactic Michael knew too well to fall for.

"Nice." He muttered as they proceeded to make their way to the door.

Christian rubbed the nape of his neck and shrugged before grinning shortly.

The employee at the door examined their passes briefly before opening the door, handing them their vests and matching guns, and explaining the rules that they could recite if they wanted to.

Michael and Christian waited patiently for a new game to start, not minding the fact that there would be no teams; it would simply be every man for himself.

The man opened the doors of the dark room filled with fortresses and neon lights, Michael's white tee shirt glowing. Christian took his chance to find a hiding spot as the countdown began, Michael tried to find a fort that wasn't taken by people that had played the previous game.

"Commencing in 3...2...1" the robotic voice blared from the speakers and loud music began to play. People emerged from their forts, shooting at people and using skillful tactics.

Michael sprinted to a corner of the room, keeping his eye out for competitors. He saw a boy a couple of years older than him with his back faced at Michael, and Michael took the opportunity to shoot, aiming at the boy before hearing the all too familiar noise that made him sigh with anger, knowing that he was killed and wouldn't be able to shoot for thirty seconds.

Michael quickly turned around, only to be faced by nothing. He cautiously backed up to a wall, examining the area before realizing he was alive again, picking his gun up before hearing the terrible noise again.

"Goddammit!" He yelled, but took notice to the thin red laser that soon disappeared, but not fast enough to hide the fact that it was coming from a certain area. Michael quickly ran to the area, only to be met with yet again; nothing.

He quickly put his gun back into position, knowing that he was able to shoot again before becoming furious with the fact that he had been killed once again.

"Nice try at finding me." He heard a voice say before turning around, squinting his eyes to try and find the feminine voice through the dark lighting.

"Hello?" He called, only to see a laser point towards him, moving slightly. He walked curiously towards the moving red laser beam, only to be pulled forward by his shirt, stumbling slightly before putting his hand on the wall to support him. "What the hell?" He muttered, the hand recoiling from him.

"You need to work on your laser tag skills." The voice replies as Michael tries to get his eyes to adjust to the darkness.

How the hell do people see in this anyway?

"You're too slow. You've gotta be alert." The voice says before Michael sees the laser once again, but not aimed at him for once, at a sprinting Christian who was sweating heavily. Michael heard the girl's gun go off and witnessed the death of his best friend who stomped on the ground in frustration. "And never wear white to laser tag, I mean come on, man."

"You're good." He complimented, reaching his hand out to the mystery girl.

I'm gonna get her this time.

He felt a small hand fill his own before he pulled forward, the two teenagers stumbling into the dim light.

Michael was taken aback by the beautiful girl in front of him; light brown hair, light brown eyes, and a great smile, her teeth perfectly straight. He took at her curvy figure; her big thighs clad in black jeans. He watched her as she fanned her face before wiping a sheen of sweat off of her forehead and taking her jean jacket off. Michael's eyes widened slightly at the sight of her cleavage.

Did boobs really get that big?

Michael noticed her stomach through her light grey shirt. It wasn't flat, no doubt about it, but Michael didn't mind. He knew that the girl might be slightly over weight but it didn't shake him. He had never been one to degrade a person because of their body. Michael genuinely thought that all bodies were beautiful, walking masterpieces, every single one of them.

The girl absentmindedly pulled up her shirt to cover herself and Michael instantly felt ashamed for staring.

He cleared his throat, "Sorry."

The girl nodded, looking at her feet before looking around,  making sure that no enemies were lurking.

"I'm Mike." Michael said, sticking his hands in his pockets.

"Harley." The girl said. "Harley Davidson."

"You've got to be kidding me." The boy chuckled and Harley grinned and shook her head in response.

"My parents definitely took advantage of the last name."

"That's pretty cool." He hummed. "Mine's just Mancari. Pretty lame."

"Lame name for a lame soldier." Harley responded, shaking her head.

It was then that Michael realized the enormous height difference between them. It seemed as though they were a whole foot apart in height.

Jesus, she's tiny.

Michael chuckled to himself and the girl furrowed her brows, smirking soon after.

Michel then remembered his original plan, keeping eye contact with her before slowly reaching for his gun,

"You're pretty slick, Mike." Harley said before quickly aiming her gun at his vest and pulling the trigger. "But not fast enough."

Michael grinned as he watched her jog away, running after the shockingly short girl.