Reason 50 // m.c

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Giovanna's POV

''Why exactly are you doing this? Like why do you wanna help me?'' I question.

I have been asking him this question over and over again from the time he brought me to this coffee shop to now.

You might be saying to yourself, "Why ask him if he's given you a nice little home to live in and he's actually being nice to you. Why question it?"

Well that's where you're wrong.

I simply do not believe it.

I mean, who would?

No one goes to a bar, finds someone crying, asks them what's wrong to then find out that they are having suicidal thoughts and then decides to help them while they're half drunk.

No one.

But of course, I go along with it.

''I wanna help you because I don't want to see such a beautiful girl do things to herself." Michael says sympathetically.

Wait for it.

"I'm just kidding, I can't let that happen to a vulnerable girl like you." Michael says; a smirk on his lips.

"Yeah well I went to sleep drunk and woke up sober. Did we do anything last night?" I ask him, unsure of his actions.

He grasps my face in his hands, rolling his eyes at me.

"Are you trying to hypnotize me by rolling your eyes?" I ask him; my eyes copying his.

"No. We didn't do anything last night, you gave out some advice to Luke and smacked me in the balls. No problem." Michael says whilst grabbing our drinks.

I laugh and grab my cup, "I smacked you in the balls? I don't remember that." I say; taking a sip of the coffee.

"Yeah well I do. You have a really strong arm." He says; flexing his own muscles.

"Yeah well it's all in the wrist." I say as I reach down to smack him in the balls again.

"WHAT THE-"

"Sh...." I say, covering his mouth with my hand.

"Now come on, do you have that hot chocolate for Luke?" I ask Michael, pulling him to the car.

He nods whilst grabbing onto my arm for support.

Michael groans whilst opening the car door for himself.

"Just get in the car and we can go see Luke." He says; opening the door for me.

I sigh; sitting back into the seat my drunken self had gotten to know quite well.

I flip through the radio stations, trying to find Michael's so-called popular band on a station.

Bingo.

"Turn that station off." Michael says; stiffening up in his seat.

"Why? Oh wait is that you?" I say whilst turning it up.

I dance along to the song, trying to make him blush even more.

"TURN IT OFF." Michael says loudly over the sound of his own voice.

I shake my head frantically, not even noticing that he'd already pulled up to his house.

"You ungrateful little twat." He mumbles, leaving me all alone in the car.

So naturally I run after him.

But Michael's natural instincts include slamming the door in my face.