The Brit And The Twit

Hang Out

Mike's p.o.v

"Ailsa, I'm sorry, will you ever forgive me?" I begged, running my fingers through my light-brown hair. Ailsa frowned and crossed her arms, sighing. "Michael, I'm sorry, it's not gonna happen. Maybe if-.." she begin, getting cut off. Turning my head, I blinked as a girl came charging in our direction. She glanced up and her eyes went wide, heels dragging at the ground as she tried stopping herself. Ailsa gasped as both, the girl and I, went tumbling to the ground. She ended up on top of me, and I grew amused at the situation. It's not everyday you get a cute girl to fall onto you.  

She tugged her head up, seeming dazed for a bit before realizing where she was. "I-I'm sorry!" she stumbled on her words, and as she stood, her phone fell from her pocket. Sitting up, I called after her, ignoring the image of her adorable blush stuck in my head. She didn't seem to have any intentions on stopping. I stood, her phone in hand, and begin to chase after her. Ailsa quickly stopped me, tugging on my sleeve. "Mikey!" she whined.

"Oh, right.." I thought, mentally slapping myself. I slipped her phone in my pocket and thought of looking for her tomorrow. Seeing as Ailsa was a sucker for green eyes, I decided to take advantage. Glancing at her, I bit my lip, teasing my hair a bit and blinking. "Ailsa, love.. I have to go, okay?" I said, fighting a smirk as I could see her melting. Nodding, she loosened her grip on my sleeve, pouting as I headed off after the girl. 

Following after her, she seemed to be laughing at a joke with her mates. I blinked a bit, fixing my hair and shoving one of my hands in my pockets. "Uh.. Hey, Miss? You dropped something.." I tried, approaching her. She glanced up at me, blinking and hiding behind one of her mates. I could see one of her friends drooling, finding it a bit odd. They looked like a lost group of Americans in Britain. Well, except one. 

She glanced down at my hand and saw her phone, blushing and stepping forward. Gripping the sleeves of her hoodie, she hid her face in one of her sleeves, holding out a hand for her phone. I set it in her hand and bit my lip nervously. She eyed me and blushed deeper, and I realized she was studying my eyes. A small smirk spread on my lips and I gave a small chuckle. "Call me Mike," I said, waving and heading off. 

A small tug on the sleeve stopped me and I glanced over my shoulder, seeing the girl. She still had half her face hidden as she mumbled. "I'm Mira.. Thanks for returning my phone. Uhm, wanna hang out with us?" Rolling my eyes, I nodded, turning around to join her and her mates. She didn't release my sleeve the entire evening, though I didn't mind. Her friends couldn't stop glancing though. 

"So, lad, may I ask where you grew up?" asked one of her friends. I blinked and nodded, mumbling a quick response. "Manchester." She gasped and smiled. "Me too! Call me Annabelle!" she exclaimed, thrusting a hand out at me. What an odd bunch.