taylor had bought not one, but six small containers of ice cream and a pack of plastic spoons because she wasn't sure what kind i'd like.
she also picked up a couple bottles of bubbles for some unknown reason.
"ya know what mikey?" she suddenly asked, with a spoonful of ice cream in hand.
"what?" i asked, ripping the plastic wrapping off yet another container of chocolate ice cream.
"i'm actually having fun, even though this wasn't exactly what i had in mind."
"what did you have in mind?" i laughed, "did you want to go into an actual ice cream shop and sit across from each other at the table, holding hands?"
"no," she replied, "i just-"
i cut her off, "i wasn't finished, and did you want me to tell you how beautiful you looked and when i take you back home give you a goodnight kiss?"
"shut up, asshole," she said, laughing.
"is that what you wanted?" i questioned.
"as cute as that would be, no."
"aw taylor, you look so beautiful!" i yelled.
she rolled her eyes, "you're stupid."
"shut up before i leave you here."
"you wouldn't," she said.
"i know i wouldn't," i admitted.
we sat in silence for a few moments, just eating before taylor spoke up again.
"michael, can i ask you something?"
"you just did," i answered.
"mikeyyyy," she whined.
"sure, ask anything," i laughed.
"is this technically our first date?"
"it's our first and last, i can't put up with you for this long," i replied, but i was joking and she knew it.
"why are you such an asshole?!" she laughed.
"sorry babe, it's just kind of my thing."
she responded by flipping me off.
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a/n :
ew this chapter really sucked , but whatever .
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Exception [M.Clifford)
Fiksi Penggemar" you are the only exception... " ••• in which michael is an asshole who doesn't care about anyone or anything except himself... until taylor comes around at least.
