Be Careful What You Wish For. 2

Be Careful What You Wish For.

Michael's P.O.V.

I was sky high with happiness as I turned back around towards the mirror over the bathroom sink, for the first time in years, I was looking at my body and not feeling disgusted, I mean, don't get me wrong, it was by no means my favourite thing in the world, but it was no longer disgusting...it was okay, I was okay!

I peered towards the bedroom door in which Grace had just gone through, I caught myself smiling broadly, however badly I thought of something, she always seemed to make it better, made me almost...like it, and with just words alone. That was something special, SHE was something special. I looked at her and my heart felt warm...was it love? I am very particular about opening my heart and giving somebody my heart, love is one of the best things in the world, I'm not very experienced but from the love I have given and received from my family, it has to be something special, but was it too soon? For me to truly love Grace? She'd not even been over here with me for a week, yet, I was having to question myself about love?

"Hey Mike?! You know you only have an hour to get ready? You take longer to get ready than I do!" She giggled from in the bedroom.

My jaw dropped and I began to march into the bedroom, "Are you crazy?! Ugh whatever!" I laughed.

She shot me a cheesy grin, "Do you know what you're wearing?" She asked.

"Of course I do! But I can't tell you!" I joked.

"God you and your secrets! I just want to know if I need to wear something a little fancier than jeans!" She giggled.

"Oh well in that case! Yeah, you should!" I joked again, saying that partly because it really was a fancy place and partly because...I've never seen her in something...girly!