I forced one eye open and grabbed my phone, unlocking the screen to see that I had two hours until Mikey picked me up. I relaxed and fell back into the mattress to allow myself to wake up. I had plenty of time; all I needed to do was get myself ready.

A good 30 minutes had passed until I was sure I was awake enough to walk around without causing myself any injuries. I lazily threw my legs over the side of my bed and pushed myself up. My semi-conscious state meant I was stumbling, rather than walking, to my kitchen to get myself a coffee and drink it at the table. Once the caffeine had begun to work in my system, I glanced around.

Shit. The place is trashed.

Without a second thought I got up and blasted my music throughout the house, before I began to run around at lightning speed, picking up misplaced items or any trash and placing them in their correct places as I did so. Despite being filled with energy from my morning drink, it took me nearly an hour to get the place looking presentable and by the time I had finished I realised I had just over half-an-hour until he arrived.

I sped to the bathroom where I took a shower that was short enough to be time-efficient, but not too short as to cause me to be dirty, before I quickly dried my hair and ran to my wardrobe. Flinging the doors open, my eyes landed on the first decent and clean outfit in there. I ripped the garments off of their hangers and threw them on, before going to my mirror to begin my hair and make-up.

I had done my foundation, mascara, and put my hair in a ponytail and I was halfway through my third try at eyeliner when a loud knock sounded through my house which – obviously – made me jump and ruin yet another attempt to blacken my eyelids. I grunted in annoyance, wiped the mistakes away, and jogged to the front door, where I ripped it open to let Mikey inside and covered my face.

“Hey, come in. Don’t look at my face, I overslept and I’m not ready yet. Sit down, make yourself at home, I won’t be long.” I blurted, before rushing back upstairs to finish what I had started.

It took me another two attempts until I was satisfied and stood up to check my overall appearance. Leather jacket, Misfits band tee, skinny jeans, converse – all of which were black – topped off with black nail varnish that I had forgotten to take off from a couple of days ago and my black eye make-up. Wow, wasn’t I colourful? I sprayed some random perfume on me, grabbed my phone and all that shit, and walked back down to Mikey who was sat on my couch and had his back facing me. I stood there awkwardly for a few minutes before I realised that he probably hadn’t heard me come down.

“Uh, hey. Sorry about that.” I laughed, trying to cover up the nerves that would have been evident in my voice.

He whipped his head around and stood up as a smile grew on his face. Grinning, he opened his mouth as if he was going to say something, but nothing came out. Instead he just allowed his eyes to wander over me.

“Enjoying the view?” I teased, repeating his phrase from the day before.

“Yeah, I am actually.” He retorted with a wink.

“Oh my God, did you actually just say that?” My cheeks were burning, but I couldn’t stop myself from smiling.

“Hey! At least I answered it. I’m still waiting for your reply, Hun.”

“You’re going to be waiting a long time then,” I smirked, “Are they for me?” I asked, as my eyes fell onto a bunch of flowers in his right hand.

“Uh, yeah. I know it’s cheesy as fuck, and the guys were taking the piss out of me for it, but y’know. They say first impressions are everything and I don’t want you to think I’m a prick.”
He laughed, handing them to me.

“Thank you so much,” I smiled, my hand covering my mouth, “it may be cheesy but I love it.” I took them and placed them in a vase of water.

“Really?”

“Yeah, nobody has ever done anything like that for me before.” I admitted, walking back over to him and wrapping my arms around his middle. He moved his arms from his sides and pulled me closer into him. Oh my holy fuck he smells good.

“Thanks,” he laughed, “you don’t smell too bad yourself.” I groaned and hid my face as the embarrassment sank in. He just laughed more, “As much as I love embarrassing you, I think we have a date to attend.”

“Where are we going?” I questioned, pulling out of his embrace.

“If I told you it wouldn’t be a surprise, would it?” He said, as we walked out of my house and over to his car, him rushing in front to open the car door for me.

“Such a gentleman.” I winked.

*ONE CAR JOURNEY LATER*

“A park?” I questioned as I got out of the car.

“Trust me, it won’t be as shit as it seems.” He assured, before taking my hand in his and leading me through the park. I looked down at our intertwined fingers and couldn’t stop a grin from forming on my face. What the fuck is this guy doing to me, I’ve barely known him a day and he’s already got me blushing every two fucking minutes. You’re screwed, Sky. You’re falling, and you’re falling hard.

Speaking of falling, I once again got too deep in my thoughts and hadn’t realised we’d reached our destination, which caused me to walk into the back of Mikey and fall towards the ground. Fortunately I managed to get my hands in front of me to stop me from going face-first into the grass. Unfortunately Mikey found this absolutely hilarious and was laughing so hard he had tears in his eyes. After he’d finally calmed down, he apologised and stuck his hand out to help me up, which I accepted. However instead of helping me up, I pulled him down so he fell next to me.

“That’s for laughing at me.” I teased, poking my tongue out at him as he glared at me.

“Okay, fair enough. I deserved that, but you have to admit it was pretty damn funny.”

I simply smiled as we both got up and brushed ourselves off. I looked at the scene in front of me; a picnic blanket lay on the grass with a few pieces of food in the middle.

“You were right, it’s not as shit as it looked.” I winked as we sat opposite each other on the cloth.

“So tell me about yourself.”

“Do you realise how fucking vague that is?” I laughed.

“Well how else am I supposed to get to know you?”

“I dunno, we could just ask each other stuff?”

“Okay, what music are you into?”

“Well obviously Misfits,” I began, gesturing to my shirt, “but I also like Fall Out Boy, Black Flag, Nirvana, Green Day, Guns N Roses, that sort of stuff. Basically if it’s got guitars and drums I probably like it. You?”

“Pretty much the same as you to be honest. You play any instruments?”

“Yeah, I play piano. I used to play guitar but I haven’t played in ages and I’ve forgotten everything. I’ve been meaning to take up lessons again actually; it’s just finding the time and someone patient enough to teach me. What about you? You look quite musical.”

“Yeah, I play guitar and bass, occasionally sing a bit,” he smiled, “I’ll teach you guitar if you want.”

“Really? Are you sure?”

“Yeah, it’d be fun.” He said with a wink.

“Okay but you’re not allowed to laugh at me if I’m shit.”

“No promises.”

It went on like that for the rest of the date; we’d ask each other questions, flirt a bit, and occasionally sneak glances at one another when we thought the other wasn’t looking. We asked each other about our favourite movies, his was Jaws despite his fear of the water and sharks, as well as asking about our favourite books and if we had any pets. I asked him about his job, and he refused to tell me which I thought was a bit weird. Apparently it’s to prevent it affecting how I feel about him? I decided to just brush it off as nothing, he did say he’d tell me at some point.

After it’d gotten dark and cold he took me straight home like he promised. I have to admit I was slightly disappointed but that didn’t last long. We were currently stood outside my front door.

“Thank you Mikey, I had a nice time with you.” I said as I unlocked my front door and then smiled up at the taller man.

“Can I see you again?” He smiled.

“No.” I said with a straight face. His face dropped and he seemed sad.

“Oh, okay. Well uh, bye then.” He said, turning away and walking towards his car. I grabbed his hand and pulled him back.

“Of course you fucking can, I’m joking you twat.” I smirked as I saw his whole face light up.

“Oh thank fuck for that, for a second there I thou-“

I cut him off by reaching up and placing a chaste kiss on his lips before I pulled back and bit my lip. “Night, Mikey.” I smiled as I turned and walked through my front door, shutting it and leaving both of us smiling like idiots either side.

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