I have to pick Michael up in twenty minutes.
Twenty minutes.
I would be lying if I said I'm not freaking out.
My hair is perfect, yes. My teeth are brushed, check. What the hell is wrong? Something is wrong with my appearance. Something is missing.
I almost laughed at myself and shook my head, grabbing the lip ring from the plastic baggy I keep it in at night. I looked in the mirror again. I look badass, but classy and sexy. Not gonna lie.
After grabbing my phone, I shot Michael a text and told him I'd be over quickly. He replied immediately, also adding a cute emoji at the end. I'm not the person to like emojis, but when Michael did it, it was adorable.
On the way there, I was a nervous wreck. Will he like the place I'm taking him? I told him to wear jeans since it gets chilly at night, so hopefully he is.
Maybe I'm thinking too much. He'll love it. Maybe. I don't know. I'm under pressure. Fuck my life.
Michael must've saw me pull up because as soon as I did, he stepped out of his front door and greeted me. The dark blue skinny jeans hugged his legs perfectly and the peach sweater was so cute. On his head was a white flower crown. He couldn't have looked anymore perfect.
"So where are we going?" he smiled as he got in the passenger seat.
"I wasn't planning on telling you but that seems too cliché. Anyways, we're gonna go on a walk to this lake I know of. It's pretty," I shrugged. Michael seemed disappointed after I told him it was a lake but smiled anyways. It seems boring, but he still doesn't know the big surprise.
"That sounds like fun. Should I have brought a bathing suit?" he asked and frowned.
"No no, we're not swimming. I have something else planned. Anyways, want to plug in your phone? It'll take a while to get to the park," I explained and handed him the aux cord. He happily took it and put on an artist I recognized as Beyoncé.
The ride was silent, except the occasional, "Ooh this is my favorite part of this song!" or he'd hum which I didn't mind.
Life was great at the moment. It would be even better if Emma wasn't my girlfriend.
(Earlier that year)
"Luke, meet Emma. You guys will be together, okay? Now you two kids go up to his room and get to know each other. Let us adults talk some, yeah?" Liz asked the us. I glanced at Emma and smiled, which she returned the favor.
It wasn't discussed much. We would be together whether we liked it or not and I did. Emma was pretty and she seemed nice. Plus, her family is rich. It's just a win-win situation.
However, once we got to my room, my view on her totally flipped around. She looked at the posters on my wall and scoffed when she saw Pierce the Veil. She called me 'emo' and even called my Twenty One Pilots poster screamo. They aren't screamo.
"Well what do you listen to?" I shrugged off everything she said and waited for a response.
"Ariana Grande and Luke Bryan," she smiled, proud.
No. She has the worst possible taste in music. Not only does she like that pop crap, but she likes country. I wanted to cringe but I didn't want to hurt her feelings.
"Do you like Luke Bryan? I think he's pretty sexy if you ask me," she shrugged. I nodded, not phased by her calling him sexy. It doesn't feel like we're dating, but we are.
(Present time)
"We're here, Michael," I smiled and watched him groan. He was cuddling the seat belt with his head leaned up against the window. It was a long ride, but I didn't expect him to fall asleep. "C'mon, let's walk."
When he didn't move, I rolled my eyes and got out. Then I went to his side of the car and opened the door. He almost fell out but the seatbelt caught him.
"You're lazy," I chuckled and unbuckled him. He opened his eyes and narrowed them at me. "Okay, a lazy but cute, kitten." and immediately, his expression softened.
"Are you gonna carry me there?" Michael yawned, stretching his long legs and arms.
"I'll carry you when your feet get tired," I chuckled and Michael frowned, getting out of the car and following close behind.
"It's getting dark out," Michael states and I agree with him.
"All of a sudden, something starts chasing us but Sam and Dean come to the rescue and save the day," I chuckle and shove my hands in my pocket. Michael blinks. "Supernatural?" Another blank expression. I sigh and shrug it off.
"But wouldn't you save me?" Michael latches onto my arm.
"Yes but I don't guarantee us making it out alive since I suck at running and fighting," I laugh and Michael nervously laughs as well. Gah, I'm making it awkward.
Eventually we made it to the site and Michael nearly toppled over me. He was so shocked.
"Pixie lights? A picnic? You even brought a movie projector. Luke, it's so classy and I love it!" Michael radiantly smiled. The sparkle in his eye proved to me that yes, he did love it. "The lake is beautiful as well."
"Not as beautiful as you, of course," I walk over and kiss his cheek, "Now do you want to eat? I packed popcorn, macaroons, shrimp linguini, and white wine. Aren't I-"
"Amazing? Intelligent? Sexy? Why Mr. Hemmings, I think you are," Michael playfully rolled his eyes and giggled, sitting on the blanket I sat out. I poured him a glass of the wine and fixed our plates of food.
Shrimp linguini is about the only "fancy" meal I know how to make without screwing it up or setting my kitchen on fire.
"So we're going to watch a movie as well?" Michael asks, grabbing a macaroon.
"Yeah. I brought er... Sixteen Candles?" I asked, hoping Michael would be excited over it.
"I've never seen it but I can't wait," he smiled.
I don't think I've ever been this happy in a very very long time.
A/N: this is the 13th chapter and we already have 5K onshxbxbhsjx
did you enjoy the length of this one? it's 1051 words, not including this A/N stuff.
I also published a new story called The Pizza Boy (malum) so check that out! fem!calum works at Michaels favorite pizzeria whoop.
Q: Have you been to any concerts or are you going to any in the near future? Tell me who you saw/who you're seeing!
A: I've seen One Direction twice, 5SOS once, McBusted once, Skillet, and *sigh* Thomas Rhett... my mom made me go to that one. But I'm also seeing Sleeping With Sirens and 5SOS with Morgan in 2016!
thank you all for reading this story xx
-Riley
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Bubblegum || Muke
FanfictionMichael's favorite color is pink; Luke's favorite color is black. Michael smells like bubblegum; Luke smells like cheap cologne. They both work at the mall but are unaware of each other's existences.