Good Gone Girl (Mika X Reader)

7: The Bit Before

1216 words. New stuff: when it says (choose) you read then choose your favourite of that thing. Currently working on the next 3 chapters - happy reading! JH. Xx

"Hello, i'm Mika's Mum. It's lovely to meet you, come closer, sit down, you must be tired, have something to eat." Mika's mother was as nice as she was made out to be. You thanked her and took the remaining seat between the two boys. There were 3 other people also seated - you were guessing Mikas sisters. "Let me introduce myself - my name is Yasmine," she gestured to her left "this is Paloma," she gestured to her right "and this is Zukelia. We're Mikas sisters. Fort's told us all about you, its lovely to meet you." You shake their hands smiling politely and thanking them. The table was adorned with a large selection of unknown but amazing smelling food. "All my home favourites, thanks guys, you really are the best!" Mika shuffled in his seat clapping his hands like an excited child before grabbing a spoon and lifting some of each food on his plate. His family did the same. "Why arent you taking any?" Mika said before scooping a large fork full into his mouth.
"I don't know what it is... " you sink into your seat.
"Lebanon's best dishes home made by Ma'. Here - i think you'll like this" he scooped some of the thing he was eating onto your plate. You take it gratefully before scooping some into your mouth. It was DELICIOUS. The best thing you'd EVER tasted. You nodded to Mika not bothering so chew and swallow fully before scoffing more. He smiled back and continued with his mountain of food.

Before you knew it everyone was done and leftover food was inexistent. "Thank you Mrs Penniman. That was the best food i've ever had!"
"You're welcome but please, call me Joanie." She smiled and patted you on the shoulder before taking her dishes to the sink. You offered to help wash them but drying them for Mika to put away was as much as she would let you do.

Before long you're sat in the living room talking to Mika and his family. They're all so nice and welcoming, the dogs like you too having both already fallen asleep on your feet somehow. "Well Mika, we'd better be off, we're meeting with the stage crew before the performance to make sure everything's sorted. Remember, your suit is there, you just need your shirt and trousers. And don't be late again Michel Penniman!!" Joanie stands as did Mika's siblings. You share a laugh.
"Thanks for the food Ma, and don't forget to talk to the security guards about (y/n)'s VIP tickets. You're the best. All of you, thank you." He went round hugging his family, you followed shaking their hands exchanging 'lovely to meet you' s, 'hope to see you soon' s or 'it's been a pleasure' s. After waving and saying goodbye (and keeping a hold of the dogs) the car goes out of sight and Mika shuts the door.
"CRAP!! WE ONLY HAVE AN HOUR!!" Mika tries to run but trips on the welcome mat. You try not to laugh too are hard.... ok maybe not. Mika soon joins in laughing as you join him on the floor.

After you calm down a bit you ask if he's ok - he is. You help each other up. "Right! Shirt! Do you need anything ironed?" Mika looks round rapidly before striding over to a cupboard and taking our the ironing board and plugging the iron in. "No i'm good thanks, i'd better get ready, can i use your shower?" You ask him patting Mel on the head as he had been nudging you since you had stood up. "The plumber couldn't come when i was away so you'll have to use the one in my ensuite. I hope thats alright."
"Thats great, thank you."
"Great! It's the third door to the left, straight through." You turn and follow his directions. The room is nice but you don't have time to admire it.

You have a quick shower and take the smaller towel, and gather up your clothes, before stopping to think. you knock the door. "Mika? Are you in the bedroom?"
"I was just changing, don't worry i'll be in the lounge." You hear footsteps and wait a few seconds. Ok. All clear. You waddle as fast as you can into the guest bedroom before shouting to Mika the all clear. Sigh. What a kerfuffle! Oh well.

You towel dry your hair as best you can before getting dressed. You took your hair drier and curlers out of your case and plugged them both in, drying and brushing your hair. The curlers still weren't ready so you applied some light make-up and made small adjustments to your dress, curled your hair clipping it up half and half up before putting on a (choose) bracelet a pair of (choose) earrings and a (choose) necklace and spray some of your (choose) perfume on you popping a tic-tac into your mouth.. Finally, you take your small heels from your case, putting your spare trainers and a pair of socks in your backpack with your water a snack and of course your Merchandise to show the MFC girls. Oh yes!! And of course the VIP tickets and your sketchbook. Yes. Thats good. You buckle the small straps of the (choose) heels round your ankles before standing, brushing yourself down, pushing out any new creases and looking in the mirror one more time, taking a deep breath and walking out of the spare room with the backpack round your shoulder and your phone and money in your small (handbag/clutchbag) that had been tucked away in your suitcase until now.

You stepped into the lounge to see Mika frantically rushing around shirtless. You chuckle. F*ck. He heard you and he's SO HOT. DAMN.. He stops instantly and looks up at you, stepping closer his eyes taking in every detail he could. He stopped before you as plush as a rose. He tries to speak. "(y/n), you look... amazing." He said brushing a tuft of your hair behind your ear and cupping your cheek. "Thanks." You say leaning into his touch putting your hand on the arm that was cupping your face turning a similar colour. You smile at each other for a moment staring into his bright yet lust filled eyes for what seemed for eternity yet a split second of heaven at the same time before he let go gasping. "Right, I'm late. Ma's gonna kill me. Have i got everything? Yep...yep...yep...KEYS!!! Yep... " He mumbled to himself grabbing his keys and going to grab the door handle. You stop him, putting a hand on his shoulder making him turn around. "Shirt?" You poke his chest.
"Oh yeah," he grabs it from the ironing board flicking the iron off and putting it swiftly on, "now we can go."

He opens the door, stepping out of the way for you and patting the dogs heads goodbye. He steps out and locks the door  then opening the car door for you before hopping his own side. You click your belt on and he follows. Just as the engine ignites the MFC girls call.