He asked me about music,and life in London.
"I mostly listen to whatever's in the charts,but if I have a few days off,I go back to the classics.And for living in London,it's pretty cool.I mean,it's not the best or anything,but I'm happy and so is Declan,my brother,"I told him,taking a sip of my tea afterwards.He smiled,and then began to speak.The way he spoke,and emphasised certain things made me smile.He was talking about the first CD he got when,he smiled.
"What are you smiling at?"he asked.I continued to smile,shaking my head.
"Nothing."
He seemed like a pretty cool guy.He had like,a calming aura about him.He never seemed to get stressed,or have any worries.We finished our drinks and food,and then we walked out of the café.
"Wanna walk around for a while?"he asked.I smiled.
"Sure."
We continued to walk and talk,and I wondered how he wasn't cold.He was wearing a singlet and some black jeans.
"So,what are your fears?"he asked.I smiled,fiddling with my fingers and looking down to the ground.
"I dunno.Like,serious or messing?"I questioned.He smiled.
"Both."
I looked up,and saw his green eyes looking into my blue ones.I smiled again.
"I fear world hunger,and war.Serious.I fear spiders and no food in the fridge.Messing,"I mumbled.He smiled,and then we just walked in silence.I heard the bell for six o'clock go off near where we were,but he didn't notice.
"How are you not cold?"I asked him.He laughed.
"Everyone asks us that.I just don't feel cold.Maybe because I grew up in Australia,"he said.I smiled.My cheeks were so sore from smiling so much.
"What's Australia like?"I asked.He shook his head,smiling.
"It's different for everyone,but for me it's home.It's all backwards,like in December it's Summer and in June it's Winter.It's so far away from everything so,when we went to America we were all like'Woah',"he said.I nodded,and then he looked at me.I looked back at him,and then we burst out laughing.
"Did I have something on my face?"I asked.He shook his head,smiling.We continued to walk around the park,and then something popped into my head.
"Is it Hi or Hey?"I asked him.He smiled,chuckling.
"Neither,it's Hello Beautiful,"he said.I giggled.
"Damn,you're smooth."
He continued to chuckle,and then he looked up at the sky.
"What's Ireland like?"he asked.I smiled,thinking of home.I hadn't been back there in ages,but I was going for a week in the month after that.
"There's a lot of sheep,and grass.It's a real nice country,but most people love us for our accent,"I told him.He nodded,and we continued to walk some more.
And then I heard the screams.
I turned around and saw like,twenty girls running towards us.
"Shit."
Mike took my hand,and then walked briskly towards some shop.
"Michael what are w-"I got cut off my him putting his hand over my mouth.He pulled me into a shop,and walked to the back.As soon as the screaming herd of girls were gone,we walked out.Our hands were still connected,so he swung them a bit.I smiled.
"Mike,this was really nice,"I told him.He smiled.
"I'm glad.We usually don't have a lot of time in one place,so it can be hard to get out,and stuff,"he said.I nodded,and then I looked up at him.I wanted to kiss him.God,I wanted to.He let go of my hand,and then cupped my cheek,pulling me closer to him.I went on my tiptoes,and then his lips gently brushed mine.I lifted my hands up to his neck,and pulled him down to my level.He seemed to get a sudden rish of confidence,and his lips were harder on mine.I pulled away,and then looked at him,smiling.He smiled back,and then took my hand in his again.
"Do you have any plans for tonight?"he asked.I shook my head.
"What are you suggesting?"
"We have a show tonight,and I was wondering if you'd like to come?"
"I'd love to."
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Friends.Just Friends.(Michael Clifford.)
Fanfic"We just have to try and keep these secrets in a lie."
