A/N- I'm updating for my beautiful girlfriend, she said that she wouldnt talk to me until she saw an update. Sorry if this sucks. It's 1:30 AM. As you remember, Makayla and Michael were going on a date right after Makayla told Michael that she had to act like she was dating Luke so her mom wouldn't freak out about the fact that her daughter was dating the bright haired boy. Now, back to the story.
"Michael, slow down! We can't get a speeding ticket because of your reckless driving.", I said as he sped around the corner of West Boulevard. "We're fine. I can drive without you being a shadow.", he said, sounding annoyed. "Sorry baby. I didn't mean to be so protective. I mean you are the one with the license out of the two of us. Mine got taken away after we got out of the hospital.", the rest of the drive to the restaurant was silent.
When we got top the restaurant, Michael looked at me, asking if I was OK with eating here without using words. I just nodded, not really wanting to eat anything. I think that Michael could sense my discomfort, because he asked the one question that has haunted me for pretty much life. "What's wrong?", I couldn't think, so I just said the first thing that came to mind, which of course was "Yeah, I-I'm fine.", his expression said he didn't believe me, but he didn't say anything.
We walked into the restaurant, and Michael's arm slung around the small of my back, and I could feel the eyes on us, as people stared at us, making me feel really uncomfortable. The woman behind the counter asked us what our reservation table was, and I just looked at Michael, not wanting to say anything. "Table 17, under Clifford.", he said, showing his award winning smile. Michael and I walked hand in hand behind the woman as she showed us to our table and left us to go through the menu.
The same woman that showed us to our table came back over, and I ended up ordering an order of chicken Alfredo with a sprite, and Michael got spaghetti with a juice box (My Boyfriend is s mature, note the sarcasm). While waiting for the food, I had the sudden urge to just reach out for Michael's hand, or leg, or, actually just longing for contact. i reached out my right hand, and just brushed his finger tips. "Michael, why did you set on the opposite side of the table?", I asked, holding eye-contact with him. "I don't know, but come over here and sit.", he said, patting the spot right next to him. I got up and sat down where he had patted. Seconds later, I felt a hot breath on the side of my neck, and Michael's lips were hovering near mine when I turned my head. He slowly closed in, and the gap between us, became smaller by the millisecond. Our lips collided, and, just like the first time we kissed, and every other time we kissed, I felt fireworks explode between our lips.
Just then, the waitress decided to come over with our food and drinks, ruining the moment. Once she had left, Michael didn't say anything, just dug into his food.
After dinner, Michael and i got back into the car, and instead of just going home, Michael drove to the park, which held so many memories.
A/N- You guys are going to hate me for this, but P.O.V change!
Michae's P.O.V.
After diner, I surprised Makayla by driving to the park, which held lots of firsts for us. First picnic, first kiss, first date, first embarrassing couple moment, and tonight would make it the only something. Once we got to the park, I walked over to open her car door, and gripped her hand. We walked to one of the many street lamps, and just stood there. I then told her to put her hands over her eyes, and make sure she couldn't see. I pulled out a small, blue, velvet box, that, inside held a beautiful, shiny diamond.
I got down on one knee, and told Makayla to open her eyes, not knowing what her reaction would be. "Makayla, you and I have been through everything together, literally. Attempted suiside, self-harm, loss of friends, depression, fall outs, make ups, and lots of make outs. I think you know that, even through the highs, and the lows, I will be here for you, and I know that you'll be here for me, so, will you, Makayla Elisabeth Jacinto, marry me, Michael Gordon Clifford?", her eyes glased over, and a tear escaped one of them. "YES! I'LL MARRY YOU MICHAEL!", she screamed, making me have to control myself from doing the same.
I got off the ground and hugged her tightly. I had been waiting to ask her for a while now, just I guess that I finally got up the courage to do it.
