Ch.7- Spending The Night

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"Oh. Alright", I said. I was right. He didn't like me. He wanted me for my voice. Oh wow. The ways that I deceived myself. I still hate him in a way because he didn't...

He then leaned his head downwards and inwards to me and his hands moved over around my waist. Are we about to kiss?I leaned in too and puckered my lips a bit out. In my mind I'm just like this is so wrong. He doesn't like me and he said it indirectly.

WATCHA-POW - It started to rain. Yes! We didn't kiss! BUT I performed an involuntary action. I jumped up and shrieked. He then just broke out laughing. "You got scared and these are just little fine droplets of water. Just like drizzles", he said between laughs. He was being really funny. It was haling and it's not like I was even scared. Like I said.

It was an involuntary action.

I then made my way to the door and leaned against the door frame. An evil grin spread across my face. "Oh, I'm sure that you're going to have the time of your life walking in that little fine droplets of water to your meet-and-greet and I closed the door.

I then started pacing back and forth until I realized that his jacket was hanging against my door. Why am I anxious? Do I like him? I opened the door to give it to him only to see that he was about to knock on the door.

"I'm really sorry that I reacted like that, I still need to clean my shoe up and I've realized that it was enchanting to meet you...I was enchanted to meet you", he said looking at me with total honesty showing through his big and chocolate-dy eyes. I just smiled and let him in. He left his shoes at the door.

Michael's POV

I can't believe that I had made Billie mad...

"I was joking with you Michael, for a moment I thought that you actually left. Do you want some coffee?", she asked. I could see her defined jawline and her beautiful face that was silky and smooth. Her face was framed by her amazing curly hair and her full lips looked completely kissable. That's what made me remember: I almost kissed her...

Okay...she wasn't mad...phew...

"Yes, please. Three teaspoons", I finally replied. I wonder what her nationality was...

"Here", she said as she handed me a cup with MJ on it.

"Really?", I asked. "Drew bought the mug for me for my birthday last year", she said as she cleared the kitchen table. "Oh, when's your birthday?", I asked. " 31st May", she said. "Same as Brooke Shields", I said to her. "Yeah, I realized that too", she said and walked into a room. "You can come into my room if you're not too shy", she yelled from the room. I followed right after her.

Her room was painted emerald green on one side and light lavender on the other. The sheets were white-almost as snow-and covered the bed. There was a guitar in the corner and white built in cupboards. She placed her mug on the dresser and struggled to take a silver necklace that hung around her neck off. I offered my assistance only to find that I had to zip down the zipper of the dress because her necklace was stuck in there somehow.

"May I?", I asked as I looked at her via the mirror. "Yeah, just make it quick", she said hesitantly.

When I got it off,she thanked me and made her way to the bathroom and showered. She returned wearing a red hoody, gray sweat pants and maroon ugg boots. She had her hair in a bun. She also returned with black sweat pants and a black hoody for me. "I got some Jordan's that you could wear. They were suppose to be for Tahj, Drew's cousin, but I got the wrong size. I think that they'll fit you and I cleaned up your loafers", she said before she smashed onto her bed. "Thanks so much, I really appreciate you..I mean it", I said before going to shower.

When I got back, she told me that she already fixed the Guest Room for me.

We made popcorn and hot chocolate before crashing onto the couch and watching Paranormal Activity. We made so many jokes and I played so many pranks on her before we want off into our different bedrooms, yelled goodnight and fell asleep. But I couldn't sleep...

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