Innocent Fascination

Chapter Five

A couple of days past after the amazing 4th of July party at my house, the reactions to all our photographs on social media, a poll started on a website, Wilmer Valderrama VS Michael. No one knows Michaels last name, whenever we're out and there's paps he ignores them and I haven't told them his full name either, I didn't want them invading his social account and his life. I knew he doesn't want to be in the spotlight so I respect that. The poll closed last night, to be honest I wasn't surprised  when I saw the results. 

Wilmer Valderrama – 39.5% 

Michael – 60.5% 

As you could tell, Wilmer wasn't happy. He was very jealous also, he acted like he didn't care but I knew he did. he liked to let me believe that things like that didn't bother him but I knew they did.

Michael messaged me a screenshot of the poll when it started because it was trending on twitter. He said he couldn't believe that it was happening, one minute he's normal and no one really noticed him and the next a picture is trending on twitter. I laughed at him as he was totally freaking out. The talk between me and Michael had been short ever since I told him about my problems with alcohol, it's like he's uneasy with me now.  

This was my weeks off after 4th of July, I was planning on using them to relax. And so I was, in that moment I was sat in the queue to Starbucks, jamming out to a Paramore album. As I was drumming the chorus to misery business the song cut off, I looked at my dashboard and saw an incoming call from Michael. Err he has cheek, I pressed answer.  

"You have cheek!"  

"What I do?"  

"Uh you interrupted Paramore! I'm in the car you're Bluetooth." I heard him gasp into the phone,  

"It wasn't misery business was it!?"  

"It was as well omg!" we both laughed, our minds are one I swear. I think it's really awesome how we like a lot of the same stuff, it gives us so much to talk about.

"So what can I do for you poll boy?"  

"I swear call me that one more time!" that was my nickname for him, poll boy, he hated it. "Anyway, I was wondering if you could pop round."  

"Yeah of course, I'll just finish up at Starbucks and I'll come straight over."  

"Okay, see you soon." We said goodbye and he hung up. I got us both a Starbucks, I knew that Michael wouldn't mind if I brought him a coffee.  

I arrived at Michaels and he let me in, his face lit up when I handed him his coffee. He didn't go and sit down he just leant against the wall. "What you doing?" he took a sip of his coffee before speaking,  

"The other day you opened up to me," uh oh. "I wasn't expecting it, but you telling me that shows how much you trust me. Now I want to show you how much I trust you. By me opening up to you." He gave me a hand signal to follow him. 

We walked down the hallway, past his bedroom and bathroom, to the other bedroom, he got a set of keys out of his pocket and searched through them to find the right one. "Is this your playroom?" he stopped what he was doing and eyed me, I was trying the best I could not to laugh and by the looks of things, so was he.  

He finally found the key and put it in the lock beneath the handle, he turned it until it made the clicking sound, signalling that it was now unlocked. "After you ma'am." I was actually quite nervous to see what's inside, but nevertheless I put my hand on the door handle and pushed.  

Through the door was a relatively sized room, and stood proud in the middle of it was Gretsch Renown Maple drum kit, my jaw dropped at the sight of the magnificent instrument. I walked over and admired it, snare, multiple sized symbols, multiple toms and floor tom with a smaller bass drum. In the words of Michael, this was beast.