catfish // mgc

☼ f o r t y - n i n e ☼

/// I know that gif is of michael holding a fans hand but pretend it's mae just for the sake of the story ///

"This is your idea of something insane?"

Michael and I sat in my car that was parked in my dad's driveway. I had a tight grip on the steering wheel, my breathing was uneven, sweat was collecting on my forehead and other places, and my leg would not stop bouncing. To say I was nervous was an understatement.

"Well, you're not wrong," Michael continued, running a hand anxiously through his hair.

"This was a bad idea," I said meekly, staring at the huge mansion my father lived in. It was elegant and almost Victorian looking. There was a driveway that was at least 200 feet long, with a giant fountain in front of the house. Huge Weeping Willow and Cherry Blossom trees surrounded the yard, and I idly wondered if my dad planted those cause he knew they were my favorite trees, ever since I was a child. The yard was as green as it could be, and I could see a worker planting flowers in a garden. It was beautiful, but it was too big.

"This was such a bad idea," I said again, smacking my head onto the steering wheel. Michael placed a hand on my thigh and gave it a squeeze, causing my insides to tingle and my cheeks to heat up.

"Maybe it won't be so bad," he said in a soft voice.

"You just said this was insane!" I screeched, my voice cracking as I looked at him. He offered me a small smile and I sighed. He was just trying to be a good boyfriend.

"Only one way to find out," he grinned, leaning over and placing a deep kiss to my lips. All my worries washed away and my entire body relaxed. I frowned when he pulled away and climbed out of the car. I quickly climbed out as well and ran after him and he walked up the pathway to the big front door. I grabbed hold of his hand and nervously clung to his side.

"God, I feel like I'm meeting your parents, not the other way around," I confessed, making Michael chuckle. We stopped in front of the door.

"Ready?" He asked, looking down at me. He gave me a reassuring smile, tucking a lose strand of blonde hair behind my ear.

"No," I admitted, but rang the doorbell anyway.

After a minute of waiting and no answer, my nerves started building up even more. But when the door finally swung open, it wasn't my dad, or even a maid like I half expected. It was a young girl, who had short dark brown hair and blue gray eyes.

And she screamed so fucking loud that both Michael and I had to cover our ears.

"Oh my God!!" She yelled out, and I could see tears welling up in her eyes. She started running in place out of excitement and shaking her hands and squealing.

"I think she knows who you are," I whispered to Michael as we both watched the girl freak out. He was probably used to this but this was definitely new for me.

"I think I'm going to die. I'm dying. Oh my God, Michael Clifford is standing in my doorway. Is this real life? Am I already dead? I'm dead, aren't I?" She grabbed my arm, squeezing it really hard.

"Nope, definitely alive," I groaned, prying her fingers off of me. She screamed one more time before pushing her hair behind her ear.

"Oh my god, hi," she said to Michael, smiling at him. "I'm B and I'm in love with you."

My eyebrows shot up. Now that's a proper fangirl.

"Er, hi," Michael, smiled shyly.

"Please," B said hastily, grabbing Michael's wrist and pulling him inside the house. "Come in."