And Then She Grew Up

Chapter 8

Emma's POV:

So Mikey and I are at a yogurt shop. This is nice, besides Mikey arguing with the cashier for getting the price wrong.

"Mikey, calm down." I sooth.

"But she go-" he starts, but I interrupt him.

"I will dump this all over your head, you need to cool down." I inform him.

I take him to a seat, sit him down, and apologize to the nice lady and give her a tip.

"Mikey, what the heck is wrong with you?" I ask once I get back. Wow I feel like a parent.

"She got it wrong," he mutters. I roll my eyes.

"What's the real problem?" I ask again, looking into his eyes. He pauses, then looks down, then sighs,

"I wanted this to be perfect," he says, fiddling with his fingers, "I just don't know how to do it. I'm not used to all this boyfriend, girlfriend thing. I have no idea what a date even is. Heck I don't even know how to ask a girl out properly!" He cries, looking down.

"Mikey, listen, I will help you. I will help you, because I really, really like you. Just because your new to all of this, doesnt make me like you less, actually, it kind of makes me like you more," I confess, he looks back up and into my eyes.

"Really?" He smiles.

"Yup! Now lets eat our, uh, melted yogurt." I chuckle.

So after our little moment, we start to talk about little things about ourselves, like me with playing volleyball, and Mikey thinking about trying our for a singing contest like X-Factor or American Idol or something, with his friends.

We talk all night, even when all the staff of the shop were cleaning up. We decided to put the yogurters (idk) out if their misery and went on a walk around. We continue talking. After a while, I stop. Wait.

"Wait." I ask, cutting Mikey off, "Where are we going?"

"Its a surprise." Mikey smirks. Poo.

"Tell me." I order.

"Uhmm, no thanks." He laughs.

"Tell me, Michael." I demand, glaring.

"Make me." He challenges.

"Fine." I accept. We both stand there for a while, wondering who would make the first move. Well I guess its gonna be me.

I lunge towards Mikey, he dodges me, making me fall in the dirt.

"Heyy!!" I whine.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" Mikey apologizes, he holds his hand out to help me up. I grab it and pull him to the ground.

I then sit on top of him, take his arms and pin them to the ground. Wow I didnt know I was this strong. Oh wait, hes probably letting me.

"Now will you tell me?" I ask.

"No." He glares.

"Pleaaasse." I pout.

"Fine." He says, "If you get off me."

"Okay!" I say and hop off him onto the grass.

"Okay, so, the place," he starts.

"Yes," I nod, "Continue."

"Its right here." He smiles. Then he points to the right. I look out. There's a beautiful lake. The sun is setting so the sky is beautiful.

"Woaaahhh." I say fascinated.

"I know," he smiles, "I always go here if I get in a fight with someone, or if I need to clear my mind, it soothes me." He confesses.

"Aww, look! There is some romantic features in that little mind if yours!" I tease.

"Yeah..." He shrugs. Then looks back into the sky.

A comfortable silence falls. I break it. I hate silence.

"Mikey?" I ask.

"Mhmm." He mumbles.

"Thank You." I say, "For tonight, I had fun."

He smiles a goofy smile.

"Me too."

That's when we both make eye contact. Like hard core eye contact.

'Wait was Mikey always this close?' I ask myself, realizing that he was inside my bubble. I don't really mind though. Ohhh. Wait a second. OH MY GOD. HES GONNA KISS ME. FINALLY.

He starts leaning in, I lean in too. I mean, who wouldn't? Its Mikey.

Holy crap.

We are so close.

Mikey's POV:

Just a little bit cl-

"RING RING RING." Crap. We both move away from each other, while I look at who's calling. Angie? Why is she calling?

"This better be good Angie," I snap into the phone.

"Mikey, something's wrong." Angie stutters.

"What?" I ask, "Whats wrong?"

There's a few moments of silence before Angie lets out a shaky breath.

"Its Dylan."

So a quick filler chapter for the 2 people that read this. Okay goodnight I'm tired.