|Humor Me| ::A Michael McIntyre Story::

::Chapter 1.18:: {Judges Meeting}

Michael McIntyre's POV:

I let out a nervous sigh as I frantically fast walked into the lobby in which the judges were meeting to discuss Semi-Finalists.

Now was the part where Britain's Got Talent becomes much more difficult and stressful, not only for the acts but for the workers as well.

I ran a few fingers through my hair and sat down across from David at the table with the pictures of all the performers that had gone through.

I bit my lip as I looked down at the large variety of them all. We accepted quite a few talents... most of which wouldn't be making it.

Ant and Dec were sitting on the sidelines, watching as we carefully selected the first few for the first night.

Hasselhoff seemed quite content from where he was seated, glancing up at me and smirking annoyingly every few minutes.

It finally got to the point where I was so irritated with this gesture I had to stop in mid pick to chew him out for acting strange.

"What is your problem?" I whispered in an aggravated tone. He leaned back in his chair and shrugged innocently.

"Why Michael I have no idea what you're talking about." he stated, rolling his eyes. I felt my blood beginning to boil.

"Quit looking at me like that!" I exclaimed, receiving a strange look from Amanda who had frozen in her seat.

His eyes widened slightly and he hesitated to speak, not exactly knowing what to say. I had an idea of what he was thinking.

"My my do we have a temper." he answered with snark. I wasn't in the mood for this. I only wished to know what he wanted.

"Is there a question in here somewhere?" I replied anxiously. He mulled that thought over in his head, nodding at the conclusion.

"Yeah, did you have sex with her?" he interrogated bluntly. I had almost chocked on my own saliva. 

Why would he come out with a question like that?! Not everybody in the world needs to know about my private live!

"Alright, I'm going to take a break while you two talk things over. Ant... Dec... come along!" yelled Amanda hysterically.

I rested my elbows on the flat surface of the table, rubbing my temples and burying my face inside of my hands.

"I'm going to take that as a yes!" he laughed, holding up his hand for a 'high five.' I smacked it away instantly.

"Well don't. Nothing happened." I explained slowly, hoping he would get the message. He obviously did not receive it.

He only leaned forward, giving me that expression that says 'I absolutely do not believe you one bit.' 

I let out a small frustrated growl, signaling my distress with this nonsense conversation. It needed to end. Now.

"You know you want to tell me." he purred annoyingly. I slammed my fist onto the table, making a loud 'boom' noise.

"Why would I want you knowing ANYTHING about my personal life?" I snapped, knowing fully well he knew I was uncomfortable.

"Because we're friends." he stated as if it were obvious. FRIENDS?! Does he even know the meaning of that word?!

"Since when? I've heard nothing about this!" I raised my arms in disbelief. We were in no way 'friends' of any sort!

"... Nevermind ... The point is I KNOW something happened. You're a terrible liar." he jumped to the conclusion.

I hesitated in answering to that. I wasn't sure if I even wanted to tell him that we had kissed... even though it apparently wasn't a big deal.