Social Casualty

6

Michael and I are on a bench outside. In the same park where we grew up together when we were younger. He has his arm around my waist and I'm cuddle up on his lap. Well that's not anything new. He smiles down at me with admiring eyes I get a bit creeped out and look away.

"Is everything okay?" he asks his voice full of concern. That's not my Michael.

"Yeah. I'm good. Just a bit weirded out . . .by the cold. That's all." I respond. He laughs. He fucking laughs. I'm so fucking confused, that I laugh with him. Though confused, I do. What the actual fuck?

"C'mon love. Let's go somewhere warm then shall we?" he asks. Okay hold the fuck up. Since when does he call me Love? Out of all the fucking things, he's calling me love. He grips my waist while standing up and intertwines our hands together. I'm not even going to question this. It just feels really weird.

"Michael?" I ask looking up at him as we walk down the pavement.

"Yes Ash?" Well at least that nickname is normal.

"Where are we going?" I ask him. He chuckles lightly smiling at me. His complexion is beautiful. His hair is perfectly in his beanie and his coat makes him look . . . almost like a sophisticated person. That is not my Michael.

"Well. Since you said you were cold. I figured why not go to the nearby coffee shop?" Michael smiled. Although this Michael was really sweet and kind, and a pure gentleman, I'm not used to it. I don't really want to argue though. Cause I like this. Sort of.

It's like he weren't the same fun loud teenager that I grew up with. No no. It feels as if a bunch of loud reckless students were to all ace one test. You know. It's something beautiful, and amazing. You could maybe even consider it a miracle! But it doesn't feel right. Logically.

This moment right now doesn't feel right . . .logically.

"That sounds good." We walk for about 20 minutes. Enjoying the fall weather of leaves of many different color shades and shapes. We did eventually reach the coffee shop. It was a small cozy shop made with bricks and we went in and got in line. You know just regular people in a coffee shop. Which was also weird. Michael Clifford from boy band 5 Seconds of Summer. Come on! No one even recognized him! Well it's a nice quiet change?

"Asher!" he yelled.

"hmm?" I asked confused. He looked at me and laughed.

"I asked what would you like to drink?"

"Hot chocolate." I responded. Michael and I went to get our seat as we waited for our drinks. Okay seriously. I am so confused. Where are the rest of the boys. Where is Lucas? Hell what is management thinking about this! We grabbed a couch by a fireplace. We each had our own space. Just sitting next to each other on the small couch. His smile disappeared making a frown.

"What's wrong," I asked. Instantly, I was on Michael's lap his face a few inches from mine.

"Much better." he smiled at me. I shivered as he let out a chuckle. I stood up unexpectedly. His face turned into yet another frown.

"I'm going to get our drinks. Be right back!" I left to the other side of the room waiting for them to finish our drinks. The barista rung a bell signaling an order and I grabbed our drinks, two coasters and went back to my seat. I was back on Michael's lap as we each took a few sips of our drinks. And put them down on the small table in front of us.

Once Michael's arms and hands were free, they wrapped around my waist pulling me closer to his chest. I shrieked a bit at first but hid it well as he looked at me questionably. I mumbled him an apology as he laughed. I look down towards my feet with embarrassment. He lifted my chin up to meet his eyes. There was definitely something behind those eyes of his that just confused me. He began to pull my face toward his. As this huge smile started to spread on his face. His eyes looked at my lips and they were only a few centimeters away. Almost there. I thought. I smiled back and he took that as an opportunity to smash his lips onto mine. He grabbed my thighs pulling me closer as he smiled into the kiss.