Finally, Something Like A Dream...almost // Part 6

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We sat at our table they'd reserved for us, Our boys across from us. We had a great time, even when the waiter dropped our appetizer.

"So, Sam. This is Rach's new love interest."

"Michael," I corrected her. "Sam and Michael."

They talked a bit about sports and ish while Haze and I talked about work and our places and alot of other stuff, then we all got to the topic of bands and tattoos and weekend plans.

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After dinner, we stood outside the resturaunt together.

"Can we be alone for a minute?" I asked. Sam and Hazel nodded and walked away, to where I'm guessing would be around the block.

"Is this about earlier?" Michael asked. "Because I am so sorry about that, Luke had been in the studio a while and wanted to get everything done."

"It's alright, and yeah." I shrugged. "So."

"I like you alot, Rachel. I do. I would really love it if you would be my girlfriend," He smiled, which made me smile.

"Yes, I will be your girlfriend."

Michael and I smiled at each other once more, and kissed for what felt like a minute. Sam and Hazel were standing there after we had let go, so I suppose that they were smiling at our moment. 

"Alright, let's go." 

We all filed into her car and drove back to my house after dropping Sam off at his. Michael and I got out of her car, and she waved to us, leaving. 

"Ashton came over earlier and it was really weird." I said.

"What kind of weird?" He asked.

"Um, sexual tension weird."

He looked at me. "You didn't.."

"No, we didn't thank god. But I figured you should know."

He just kinda slumped his shoulder.

"Michael, I stopped anything from happening because I really like you. Alot. It's crazy, really."

"I'm not going to let you two be alone again, since I have you. He better watch his back."

I sighed, "Don't worry, he'll stay away if he knows. Trust me, he'll know."

"I know, but I just don't want you going and making out and having sex with my friends when I can't talk to you and abruptly end our calls."

"Michael-"

"No, I know. I don't know why I'm being so upset. I guess it's becuase he's always been way better looking than me. And I know you'd probably like him more than me, I mean, you did today." He sighed and went to his car.

I got up off the sidewalk and walked to his car window, and kissed his cheek. He just kinda shrugged it off and drove away. Fuck.

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