{{{Bianca's POV}}}
Michael and I finished dinner. It was 9:30 and I forgot I had no car. God damn't how will I get to work tomorrow? I'll maybe have to ask Michael, but he's done too much for me.
"Thank you for the great night," he said smiling at me.
"No problem, thank you to," we both walked out and it was chili. Everyday it would be really hot in the day, but get so cold in the nights. I was shivering.
"Hey your shivering!" He said starting to put his coat around me.
"No Michael, I'm.." He cut me off.
"It's fine, I promise I don't want you to be cold," God I can't get enough. I want Michael to be mine so bad.
"You need to stop helping me! I could do things on my own you know," I giggled a little.
"Bianca you don't know who I am apparently. I love helping people, caring and loving for others. Trust me there's noting I wouldn't do cause I love not hate," I smiled and hugged his waste as if we were dating.
"B?" He asked politely.
"Yes?" I asked back.
"Can I tell you something?" We slowly parted walking away from the car onto the sidewalk.
"Go head," we walked side by side kind of nervous of what he was going to say."I really do enjoy after so long having a best friend again. When my brothers and sisters were old enough to move away, I completely felt lost, alone. They were my best friends. Now I'm not even as close as I used to be with them. I thought I would never have a best friend again. But until now b, I feel comfortable in my own skin and lovable again....all thanks to you," I can't believe this but I started crying. I didn't want to expose that though.
"Thank you Michael, thank you so much," I cried a little bit harder.
"B, are you crying?" He giggled softly. And so did I.
"Um yeah actually.. I'm just so glad that you have me to rely on," We both stopped and hugged. "Michael you are my best friend... and I love you."
"I love you to," we stopped the hug and walked back to the car. It stated to rain as we drove in quiet mode the whole car ride. We pulled up to my house a couple minutes later.
"Hey I have no work tomorrow, how about you come over and write a song," I lightly blushed inside.
"Sorry I would love to, but I have to go buy a new car," I totally forgot about that. Shoot.
"How about we both go shopping for one and we'll right a song afterwards?"
"That's what's up!" We bothed laughed and pounded knuckles. As I walked inside Michael yelled.
"Good night Bianca Lewis. Love you my best friend!" I smiled and laughed to myself.
"I love you to my best friend!" He smiled and I laughed as I walked inside to go lay down. Ughhhh I love him.... And not as a best friend.Authors note: how do you guys like this chapter? bianca and michael are freaking goals, I'm sorry but they are. hahahha thanks lovelies for reading this, comment, like, and vote. :)) love you!!!!
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Love And The Music
Non-FictionBianca Lewis has always loved music since the day she was born. She sang, dance and made her own music at a young age. She's now 19 and lives on her own. She wants to make her own music business, but wants to learn how to run one. She joins the musi...