R Y A N
When I got back to my apartment I was surprised that the front door was unlocked, but then I remembered that Michael stayed after I left for class. I set my bag down by the front door before going through my mail– to sum it up, it was just bills.
I put the papers on the kitchen island before going to my bedroom to change out of my clothes.
When I turn on the lights I see flowers, cd's and candy's on my bed.
Michael.
My only reaction is to smile and shake my head, flattered by his gifts. So I decide to text Michael and thank him.
Me: you are ridiculous
Mikey: what can i say?
Me: meet me in the parking lot
Me: I'll be by my car
Mikey: why?
Me: just get ur ass out here!
When I get to my car I wait for Michael to come down so we can go on a little adventure.
Michael soon gets to my car and hops in the passenger seat.
I slide in The 1975's disc he got me after starting the car.
"Thanks, Michael," I tell him.
"Anything for you," he places his hand on my thigh, rubbing it back and forth. "So where are we going?"
"I'm not sure yet. Where would you like to go?"
"Anywhere with you is fine,"
"You try way to hard to be romantic," I laugh.
"I don't need to try hard. I'm the most romantic guy out there,"
"Eh I would have to disagree,"
As I'm driving around Los Angeles trying to find a place to go, Michael and I just blast The 1975's album and sing at the top of our lungs.
"LOVE ME!"
"HEY!"
"IF THAT'S WHATCHU WANNA DO!"
"OH!"
After thinking of a place we should go I get on the highway and roll down the windows.
Honestly this night couldn't get any better; I'm with Michael, listening to one of my favorite bands in a place that I love–what could be better?
Instead of singing the next song I just let the lyrics of 'Lostmyhead' fill my brain.
'And you said I've lost my head, can ya see it? Can ya see it?'
'Belly aches while you're in bed. Can ya feel it? Can ya feel it?'
Once we get to our destination Michael realizes where I took him.
"And you said I was trying too hard to be romantic," Michael grins before stepping out of the car.
"Can't believe you remembered this place,"
"How could I forget?" I smile at Michael as we walk to Santa Monica pier.
"What if fans are here?"
"Who cares? Let them see us. I mean how could this stay private anyway?"
"Yeah you're right," he smiles before cupping my face in his hands and kissing me hard on the lips.
As this happens I realize I'm not the only one surprised. The paparazzi who always troll around Santa Monica flash their cameras at us and fans around us realize that it's Michael and start yelling and screaming.
"Let them stare," Michael mumbles against my lips before kissing me once more.
I wrap my arm around his body and he pulls me into his chest because he knows I hate the paparazzi and swarms of people.
He lightly rubs my back as we make our way through the crowds of people.
Well that trip to the pier didn't last long.
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sorry I've been m.i.a lately I've just been out of it
