Claire Bear (M.A.D)

Chapter Seven

We arrived outside of the cinema and Michael payed the taxi driver. He took me in and we saw a horror movie I'd wanted to see for a while but never had the guts to. I spent a lot of time clutching Michael or hiding my face in his shoulder which I expect he intended when choosing the film.

As we walked out of the cinema, our sweaty hands clasped tightly and fingers interlocked, my heart was beating a mile-a-minute from the film.

Some girl about 13 or 14 years old rushed over to us as we walked towards the exit.

"Oh my god you're Michael Sutthakorn I love you so much. Can I have a picture with you please? Oh my god." She rushed excitedly. Michael grinned.

"Sure. Love you too." He replied.

"Here, would you like me to take it?" I asked the girl, holding out my hand for the iphone the girl was typing a password into.

"No it's ok Claire I want you in it too. You and Michael are so cute together you're like, my otp." I smiled and she stood between Michael and I, holding the phone in her outstretched hand. We bent down a little so our faces were level with hers and she snapped a few selfies.

"I think we should pull some faces or something too." Michael suggested so we puffed out our cheeks and poked out our tongues and took a couple more. The girl was beaming.

"Thank you so much. I love you and Dan and Aiden. Please say hi to them for me?" She said as she put her phone back in her pocket.

"Here, I'll text them now. What's your name?" Michael replied as he pulled out his own phone.

"Megan." The girl told Michael as he typed in his phone.

"Megan here says hi!" He texted to Dan and Aiden then showed her. She squealed a little and then she hugged Michael and then me and thanked us and went off to join her friends. They only seemed half-interested in her excited chatter but I thought to myself "you know, we probably just made her summer" as Michael took my hand in his once again and we walked out into the cold night air.

"Where next?" I asked Michael, looking up into his face. He looked down at my upturned face and the street lamp caught his cheek bones and lit up his eyes. He was so beautiful. He is beautiful.

"You'll see." He smiled and he kissed me lightly on the forehead before moving down to my smiling lips. It was warm and sweet and he tasted of popcorn and I felt like we were back to he time of our first kiss when he turned to me under the firework dispy and leant in over the bag of popcorn, our cold lips spread warmth as they touched and his gloved hands wraped themselves around my waist.

He did now what he did back than as his arms wrapped themselves around my waist and his lips pressed harder to mine.

He pulled away, smiling. His hands were still wrapped around my waist as his nose rested against mine and I could feel his breath on my lips, making them tingle as he whispered

"Let's go gorgeous." I kissed him softly and then pulled away and we walked along the dark street.

We walked hand-in-hand in comfortable silence until we reached a small coffee shop where we stopped for hot chocolate because it was getting quite cold.

We chatted and laughed about nothing in particular as we let the hot chocolate warm us from the inside out.

As we left the coffee shop, our spirits lifted and our bodies warmed, Michael told me he had another surprise in store for me.

"Oh, really? What is it?"

"A surprise." He smiled and I stretched up onto my tip-toes to whisper in his ear.

"I fucking love you." I whispered with a smirk.

"I love you too." He whispered as he turned to me and kissed me softly.