I Won't Leave You || mgc

Chapter 50

Michael and Crystal are the cutest couple ever and there will never be anything more perfect than these two. Don't @ me.
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I was lying in my bed, Michael next to me, we were talking about what they had been doing lately and what they had planned for the future.

About the band, their next album and everything related to that.

Suddenly Michael looked at his watch and told me that we needed to get ready.

"Ready for what?"

"I'm taking you out" he answered casually.

"What?"

"We're going on a date, Adley."

I frowned, was he serious? "You didn't even ask me if I want to go on a date with you."

"I technically did, and you said yes, over chats."

"Can't remember that."

He just smiled to himself and stood up, totally ignoring what I said, and walked to the closet. "May I?" he asked when he was about to open one of the doors.

I nodded, knowing that nothing more than my T-shirts, jeans and a few flannels were in there.

He opened the door and I could see that he was looking through my T-shirts. A few seconds later he threw a twenty one pilots shirt at me. "Wear that."

It took me a few more seconds until I realised what he had planned, and remembered the chat we had some time ago, when he asked me if I'd go on a concert date with him, but when I realised I started smiling like a total idiot. I jumped up from the bed and threw my hands around Michael's neck, causing him to stumble back a bit.

"Marry me already."

He chuckled. "Let's go on a date first and when that goes well we can talk about marriage later."

"Don't you dare reject me like that."

Mikey shrugged, smirking, and just left the room, telling me that we'd leave in an hour.

"Do you expect me to dress up for you or why do I need to get ready a whole hour before we leave?" I jokingly said, knowing that one hour wasn't even near to be enough time to look as good as I would like to look on a date with Michael Clifford.

"I just wanted you to have enough time. I don't know what you are going to do but I'm definitely going to try to make myself look as good as possible."

And with these words he left the room.

Leaving me behind, flustered, with a heart beating so fast that it hurt and lots of confusing thoughts on my mind.

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Of course, I used the hour I had to get ready wisely, and of course I did dress up for Michael. I felt somewhat confident when I looked at myself in the mirror. The band shirt hung loosely on my body, paired with a ripped pair of black skinny jeans and a red flannel. I already knew that I'd die outside with the flannel on since it was still pretty warm – kind of exactly the same weather we had in Austria during summer – but it just looked so much better like that, so I kept it on.

Michael knocked at my door right on time and when I opened it he looked me up and down and started grinning. "You look great."

I felt my cheeks heating up. Damn, this boy made me blush a lot. "Same goes for you."

Great was the understatement of the year to describe the way Michael looked. Words like hot or handsome couldn't do him justice, not even stunning.