˜”*°•.˜”*°• Diner coincidence! •°*”˜.•°*”˜
Including: Michael Jackson x Reader
Quick summary!
During a girls day out with some close friends the last things you expected was too meet a new boy at the diner and get his number!! But fate sure is weird Ain’t it?
warnings : absolutely none just tooth rotting fluff 🍭
An: cheers to the second post!! Once again advice is appreciated and so are comments!! ( I’ll shut up now 😭
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"Yes, I mean, come on, the girl is almost insufferable!”
Ranted one of your friends, the 4 of you had ended up agreeing on a hang out today, and after much back and forth, you all agreed on going to the local diner to grab some lunch and have a very anticipated girls' day. Which leads to now. Inside the cool diner, sitting in a far corner, you four were discussing almost every topic possible. Parents, annoying teachers, and stupid boys!
Without a care in the world, you all chattered loudly, soft giggles echoing throughout the diner and at one point impressively even overpowering the loud hum of the large AC.
"Wait, which one? "questioned one friend
Another quickly butted in “What do you mean?”
Eyes alternating between the two talking you shoved another fry into your mouth watching another girl answer the question
"Well, because there are 2 girls with that name!”
Continuing to listen to your friends ramble, your eyes wandered around the diner curiously, not a single thing or person went untouched by your gaze. That was until your ears perked up at the loud chime of the front door, alerting the shop of potential customers entering into the diner.
Staring down people as they entered would not be the best impression … you thought turning around and attempting focus your attention back onto whatever conversations your friends were having when suddenly the loud chatter of what sounded like a group of guys successfully snatched your attention. Once again you peeked towards the door watching them You counted at least 5 of them. One by one they entered through the door, rushing to grab a table. That should have been it, right?
Just as you were about to actually turn around, no longer interested in whoever was coming.
Dressed in blue bell-bottoms, a red plaid top, and one hell of an eye-catching belt. Almost instantly you felt the energy shift, he was different. Why? You couldn’t exactly pinpoint, but whatever it was, he had your attention now
This time quickly you turned your head back around, not wanting him to catch you shamelessly ogling.
"Guys…!" You whispered desperately, trying to catch your distracted friend’s attention.
Finally, in an almost synchronized fashion, everyone finally responded in tandem with confused “What!"s or "What happened?”
Though you didn’t begin to speak till you were sure you had their full attention.
Mumbling in a hushed tone, you began to explain.
"Don't make it obvious, but look at that guy at the table behind us."
Without a care in the world, they seemingly ignored everything you had just said, instantly whipping their heads around at the specific table. And already annoyed you slapped a hand onto your forehead and let out a disappointed groan, feeling a headache already coming in. What did you even expect?
Had it been anyone else in your shoes you'd likely be laughing, but it was unfortunately you today, so it was not even near hilarious—nothing but nerve-wracking.
I mean come on! There was one handsome guy on the line.
“You schmucks! I just said don’t make it obvious.”
In an almost taunting manner, all three of them whipped their heads right back around as if they hadn't just committed a crime against your dignity.
“Which one? There’s a whole bunch of em!”
“Alright, alright, listen here, he's wearing..."
At least half an hour had passed since the incident, and the conversation between the four of you had long transitioned from the cute boy that walked in to whatever it was now, honestly, you still failed to pay attention. Had you stopped talking about him? Yes... Has he left your mind? Absolutely not. It wasn’t often you’d meet guys your type, your friends called you picky but you just labeled it as “wanting to find the right one” and right now you were sure of one thing. You'd be one hell of an idiot to let him leave before you got his number.
Chewing your brittle nails, you continued to ponder just how you’d get said number, but before you could even begin brainstorming for the hundredth time that day, you were interrupted with a shove to your shoulder and the hushed yet urgent call of your name coming from multiple people.
Confused, you looked around and began to question, "What happened! What happened?"
Upon turning around, your eyes found him quick, and well, just as they said, he was really leaving the diner! One by one the whom you all assumed to be brothers began to exit the store in the same manner you recalled them entering, arms slung each other cracking jokes and what not
and you weren’t sure what took over you, but watching them, no him leave you felt an almost surge of confidence and along with the soft strings of encouragement from your friends, you found yourself standing on your two feet already making a beeline towards him, it was now or never, right?
You blurted from behind him, praying to everything that you don’t startle him, and gosh, it felt horrid standing only a few feet away from what was your dream boy. Your mind raced with millions of thoughts, and thankfully, he heard your quiet voice the first time, instantly stopping in his tracks and turning around to face you.
He cut himself off at the sight of you. For a quick moment he doubted you were even talking to him. In his eyes you looked nothing short of a goddess. Dressed in a long-sleeved white lacy dress that reached to just about the middle of your thighs. Paired with brown leather boots and a matching chocolate vest, you looked gorgeous.
Looking around, he examined the area for anyone else you could potentially be speaking to yet found no one. Pointing at himself, he mouthed a quiet but genuine
The action caught you off guard yet earned a giggle out of you, smiling you responded with a curt nod.
Feeling the nervous streak slowly ease, you looked up at him with a hopeful glint in your eyes.
His eyes widened just slightly, brows curved, and he cleared his throat.
"Right... Did you need something...?"
The tone in his voice was almost uneasy, like he was still quite unsure you were talking to him, though you tried to ignore it, brushing it off as just nerves. Besides, he couldn’t be more nervous than you were right now.
“I was going to ask..." A pause, and your hands unconsciously curled around the fabric of your short dress.
"What I wanted to ask you was…could I have your number?"
The entire time you repeated the same hopeful mantra in your head
“Sayyessayyessayyessayyes”
again and again till it was the only thought left in your mind.
A moment passed, and he still had yet to say anything. Goodness, you were beginning to sweat profusely, the fear of failure plagued your mind, shoving away any hope you thought you’d had. Internally you just accepted defeat, bracing yourself for the inevitable rejection, you waited yet nothing came .. absolutely nothing
Instead The soft flesh of a warm hand broke you out of your thoughts and crashed you straight back into reality. Facing down, you watched as his large hand grabbed yours making yours look incredibly tiny against his, cradling your hand in his palm, he gently uncurled your clenched fingers and slipped a small piece of soft notebook paper onto your palm. His hands found your fingers, gently closing them around the piece of paper. the entire interaction was simple but enough to have you in shambles, the faint buzz in your stomach almost impossible to ignore.
his voice so velvety smooth you were sure that if he continued to speak just a bit longer you’d actually fall asleep. Finally gaining somewhat confidence you peered up at the man in front of you who seemed to have no idea of how much he had just wrecked you in the span of a minute. Standing there almost clueless the most charming smile graced his face as looked at down at you with the most gorgeous brown eyes you’d ever seen. Gosh, could he get any more perfect?
Still stunned, you just stood there still taking in the interaction, and thankfully, he took the initiative to leave. The last you heard from him was a faint laugh and a soft mutter of farewell before he walked right off, following alongside his brothers, who were now currently what you assumed to be teasing the hell out of him. Eyes still on his vanishing figure, you continued to stare as he walked off, opting to give you a final fleeting look before finally disappearing from your field of vision.
In an overstimulating second your friends were already behind you cheering and giggling to one another, they attempted to tease you on your successful shot at getting a guy's number, but fortunately you were physically incapable of returning their enthusiasm, only responding to them with a curt nod and wide, full-toothed smile. It was all just so surreal… you had really just gotten his number. Looking down at the paper in your hands, you read a scribbled number and name written in cursive, accompanied by a small heart. Under your breath, you whispered the name. Michael…
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