(A/N) ---
this one is going to be in first person rather than second because I'm getting v frustrated mkay? luff you lots xx nic
We pulled up at my house at three in the morning after a twelve hour drive, and all I wanted to do was sleep. Apparently, Mikey had other plans. I threw myself onto the bed, sighing in pleasure, when I heard someone clear their throat from the doorway. "So, are we gonna watch a movie, or not?" Michael was standing there, looking fidgety, eyes roaming the room everywhere but me. It made me a little self-conscious, and more than a little worried.
"Not," I groaned, patting the sheets beside me. He looked tempted for a second before shaking his head.
"Come on," he breathed, tugging at his lower lip with his teeth, a habit he had developed recently when he was nervous, probably from his band mates.
"This is about more than just a movie, isn't it?" I asked, sitting up.
"N-no," he stuttered, staring intently at his battered black boots and scratching his freshly dyed head. Today, it was a rich shade of turquoise all over. Tomorrow, it would probably be entirely different, knowing Mike.
"I know you're lying, babe. We've been dating for three years now, I think I've figured out your tells." I was just joking, but he went completely red in the face. It noticed that his hand kept sliding in and out of the pocket of his jacket, as if he was fingering something.
"You don't know what you're talking about," he fumed, suddenly angry. "Can we just watch the freaking movie?"
"Alright, alright," I hastily agreed. The last time I saw Michael this angry, it hadn't ended well for the guy trying to hit on me at some bar. Even completely drunk, Mikey was still way overprotective. Other girls might find it intimidating, but I found it quite endearing. "Just let me get ready for bed."
He softened visibly. "Thanks. I'm sorry I yelled. I guess I'm just a little worked up today. The car ride, and all." I knew that wasn't it, but I didn't push it.
When I walked into the living room, Michael wasn't sitting on the couch like I had initially expected, instead, he was standing awkwardly in the middle of the room. "Um, I'm just gonna get this over with, he stammered." Dropping down on one knee clumsily and almost falling over to one side, he flashed his lopsided grin. I let out a slight giggle, but this actually phased me a little. What was he doing? "Um, so, I've been wanting to ask you this for a while now, and I felt it was time and I just am a little nervous and--"
"You're rambling," I whispered, amused.
"Right. Sorry. Anyways, here goes nothing." He pulled the thing he had been messing with all night out of his pocket. I gasped. It was a ring box. I guess I should have seen it coming, but I honestly really didn't. "(Your Full Name), will you marry me?"
I didn't even have to hesitate. "Yes," I grinned, sinking to the floor and throwing my arms around his neck. He relaxed visibly and gazed up at the ceiling, mouthing what looked like 'thank God' over and over again. "But you know what this means, right?" He tensed up again, and I fought the urge to laugh at how adorably insecure he was. "I was right. This was about more than just some stupid movie."
"Anchorman is not stupid."
"Whatever you say. But now that we're engaged, I say I get to pick the movie for once. And it's not gonna be Anchorman, I can guarantee that."
