It was Saturday and Ashton had left to see his family for a while. After the beach with Michael, the next day I had met up with Ashton and spent the whole day with him. It was nice, I guess, but I admit I was a little glad to have a break to just think while he was with his family.
"I'm so winning," Michael said, bringing me back down to earth. We were at my apartment playing Fifa, as usual, and he had scored a goal whilst I was in a daydream. My team, Chelsea fc, then scored a free kick so I celebrated by jumping up and down on the sofa and yelling at Michael.
"I win," I said as the match ended, "oh yeah. Who's the ruler at FIFA? Me!"
"Shut up," he laughed, slapping the controller out of my hands and turning the Xbox off.
"Hey!" I complained.
"Let's go get lunch now," he instructed, putting his shoes back on. I got up to search for mine and by the time I had found them, Michael was stood by the door waiting.
"Okay let's go," I said as I pulled my jumper over my arm. I felt a little nervous but I kept telling myself it was just lunch with a friend as we left and I locked the door behind us.
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"I'm so hungry," Michael stated as the food came. We were in a little diner place and we'd both ordered a burger and chips, (and a few drinks too) because we were hungry and wanted some junk food in our systems. I nodded because I had a mouthful of chips, making Michael laugh and choke on his drink, which made me choke on the chips, which made him almost spit out his drink as he laughed even harder at me.
"Stop," I spoke, my voice muffled due to the food inside my mouth, making him laugh harder so he had tears in his eyes. I swear, I don't think I had ever laughed so much or felt that happy in my life as I took another sip of my drink, the alcohol buzzing in my system.
When we'd calmed down and finished our meal, Michael sat back and smiled at me.
"This was fun," he said and I nodded, my eyes wide which made him chuckle.
"Back to our video games now?" I asked, putting the money on the table to pay. Michael moved it back towards me and put his money down.
"You're not paying, Hanna-Rose," he sighed with his eyebrows raised and his lips in a crooked smile.
"Michael," I whined, "but-"
"No, let's go," he grabbed my hand and pulled me out of my seat, then we walked out. He held onto my hand for just a second before letting go of it with the little cough he always did if he was nervous. I smirked at him as he put the hood of his jumper up and shrugged his shoulders, his teeth biting his bottom lip and his forehead furrowed in concentration.
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Michael was winning, and he wouldn't shut up about it, saying he was the best with a celebration each time he scored. Thing is, I wasn't really paying attention to the game because I liked to watch him concentrate, his tongue stuck out from the corner of his mouth and his eyebrows knotted together as he played, and even though my mind was clouded because of the alcohol and I was sat there with another glass in my hand to stop myself feeling so nervous about being with Michael, my mind seemed to clear slightly when I was with him. He must've realised this because he stopped playing and looked up at me with a crooked little smirk.
