Castaway ➳ cth [EDITING/HIATUS]

Chapter 31

(A/N): This is Michael performing Jet Black Heart during SLFL at Mountain View. Photo creds to me, haha.
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June's P.O.V.

"June, you're in the bathroom for nearly two hours."

Michael's voice increased the speed of my fingers smudging the light grey eye shadow I applied on the outer crease of my eyelid. While doing so, I lower my head ever so slightly to see the thin eyeliner bottle resting next to the water faucet on the sink.

Skipping the eyeliner because of its time-taking characteristics, I instead reach for the mascara and lent my short, dark brown eyelashes a strong color and proper length before closing the bottle and taking my hair swiftly out of the bun I created earlier.

"How can a girl spend two full hours in a bathroom just to get re-"

He stopped in mid-sentences as I slipped out of the bathroom awkwardly, turning off the lights and closing the door shut. One of his hands finds the way to his red hair, ruffling it nervously and trailing his eyes along the beautiful, blue button-up I purchased yesterday.

Unknowing of what was going on through his head, his green eyes meet mine and he let out a huge, acknowledging smile before taking my hand in his and leading me down the stairs.

"You look... great", he stammered as we left the house silently, being careful our parents wouldn't catch us while pulling through our rebellious, yet forbidden act of sneaking out.

Looking down at myself, I feel a smile creeping upon my lips, causing me to redden. To my luck, there was no sunlight revealing my crimson cheeks which made the cover-up easier.

I answered a timid "thank you". I still don't understand why my shyness found its way back to me all of a sudden. Michael and I were incredibly close, normally my embarrassment to talk ceased. But due to the fact that this was a real, legit date, my brain was flooded with insecurities.

"Where are you planning to crash the party?" I made sound the question casual and sarcastic with the intention to overplay my stiff and amateurish behavior.

After giving me a short shrug, he replied: "I was thinking to not crash a party, more like... doing something... different?" The way he said different made me think it was a question rather than a solid answer.

"One of my thoughts was to go to a strip club."

My eyes widened at his answer and let him walk a few feet in front of me, pretending like I'm ready to turn back. If he was serious, I wouldn't even have to pretend.

"Strip-, what?" I repeated.

Cackling, he turned around and clapped his hands together. "Just a joke, June. Your mother would decapitate me and cut off the rest of my limbs. My initial idea was to go to a karaoke place."

"Are you implying to say that I'm good at singing?" Snorting, I jogged my way towards him and we continued to follow the path.

"My voice can be compared to a dying cat's one. Don't be prepared for a young Mariah Carrey to reveal her majestic, angel like voice to the audience and-"

"-you should just locate your chill", Michael responded, "you don't have to sing. I thought it may be fun, since music is something calming and soothing to the ears."

"Yeah, soothing the ears. Especially all the drunk fellas that will be trying out to mimic Grammy-nominees. My friends all went to karaoke-places and told me that everyone basically gets wasted and intend to be a pop star. But alright. Why not. I've never been there and if you promise you won't let me alone there, I'm fine."