@mrkedheart ;
“ WAIT A SECOND ‒ are you, you know, worried about telling your mom? ” he would be both surprised and... not really. michael upturned one corner of his mouth, pulling his eyebrows together to make a face, “ i know she’s not my biggest fan or anything but it’s not like she can say ‘no’ ... right? ”
mcmyrs:
“ my mom, a wing man? get outta here. i’d never be able to live that down. ” michael laughed, plopping down and stretching back into the bean bag chair sat in front of his bedroom window, and fixed his hands together behind his head, “ although … if she’s invited, you know she’ll pay for dinner – and who could complain about that? ”
wasn’t it awkward enough asking your just-a-friend to be your girlfriend? was there really a need to involve mrs. myers, even in a hilarious hypothetical nonsense scenario? either way, michael was relieved that the conversation had moved on from being uncomfortable to something more lighthearted.
Rosanna thinks she might have been a little too mean until he laughed. So not too far. She's glad he found her little jab at least a little funny. And even if it wasn’t, Michael was kind enough to pretend for her sake that it was. That possibility makes her insides shrivel in embarrassment but she didn't have to think about that right now. His smile makes her smile. As rare as it is. Not to say he isn’t happy but his smiles always feel special to her. They’re not freely given to everyone he meets. She should know because everyone she introduces Michael to always comment later about how mean he seems. Michael tried his own hand at a joke, nearly making her roll her eyes. In an endearing way, of course. “Shame. Would have made great blackmail.” She rearranges her bag over her lap. “But hey, free food is free food, right ?”
