â      maybe   ,   just   maybe   my   threatening   tactics   are   actually   not   supposed   to   be   all   that   threatening    ?   maybe   i   wanna   keep   you   out   of   trouble   but   i   still   wanna   pretend   i   got   some   sort   of   upper   hand   going   on   .   but    shh   ,   youâre   not   supposed   to   know   that   .   itâll   ruin   my   whole   cover   .      â     michael   smiled   back   ,   still   sitting   down   on   the   sand   ,   the   water   slowly   getting   closer   and   closer   to   his   shoeless   feet   .   it   felt   like   he   had   been   sitting   out   there   for   awhile   now   .   watching   as   the   water   moved   inch   by   inch   ,   slowly   working   it   way   to   swallow   him   whole   .   despite   the   bottoms   of   his   blue   jeans   being   rolled   up   just   below   his   knee   ,   the   bottom   of   his   jeans   still   managed   to   be   a   little   damp   as   he   sat   in   the   sticky   sand   .   a   small   smile   spread   over   the   males   lips   as   he   looked   around   at   their   surroundings   before   his   eyes   focused   back   on   the   water   in   front   of   them   .   the   small   amount   of   light   coming   from   the   different   parties   around   them   .      (      it   was   a   beautiful   night   ,      )      there   was   no   doubt   in   michaelâs   mind   that   it   was   beautiful   .   the   water   was   calm   ,   there   was   a   slight   booming   in   the   background   from   the   music   playing   up   the   beach   at   the   party   ,   the   air   was   cool   ,   the   stars   were   out   .   it   was   nice   .
     â€Â    pushing   himself   up   ,   michael   outstretched   his   arms   as   if   he   was   taking   it   all   in   ,   taking   a   deep   breath   ,   he   closed   his   eyes   before   opening   them   and   glancing   over   at   mia   ,   the   smile   crossing   over   his   features   once   again   .      â      eh   ,   i   guess   itâs   okay   .     â      teasing   around   he   shook   his   head   .      â      no    ,   itâs   a   pretty   ideal   spot   for   song   writing   .   but   itâs   also   not   the   worst   place   to   go   to   just   forget   about   everything   for   a   second   .   to   let   your   mind   go   completely    empty   .     â      raising   his   shoulders   up   and   down   ,   he   kept   his   eyes   on   her   for   a   moment   before   looking   back   out   at   the   water   .      â     you   look   nice   ,   by   the   way   .      â
     â michael, donât tell me youâre going soft on me ? â she asked, although laughter was laced within her tone as she leaned over, her fingertip nudging his ribs in a playful motion. â i expect this sort of nice behaviour from a lot of people, but from you ? ouch. iâm going to need to go to lilly for a good dose of trouble. â whilst mia didnât actively go out of her way to get into trouble, she often found herself in it. michael had seen that first-hand for a long time how she just attracted it. in fact, it had been a fair few months since her last royal scandal, but only days since her last spot of trouble. the mere thought of it made a sheepish smile grow on her lips. she was in near constant meetings with grandma about blocking press or stopping stories or needing to be more careful ! but now, here, she felt truly at peace. friends, a beach and a fresh start, what more could anyone want ?
       mia knew michael was messing around with her, and just to signify her playful annoyance, she rolled her eyes, though unable to keep the smile from adorning her red lacquered lips. as he spoke of emptying his mind, she signed blissfully, her gaze remaining firmly on the far off horizon. having an empty mind, even for a matter of moments, seemed like some far off fantasy in the â game of thrones â realms of probability. â mmm, i know, â the brunette hummed, unsure how to respond without sounding entirely miserable. she wasnât ! she just wished for a slither of normality and quiet in her otherwise frantic life, and this seemed like too a deep conversation to be having on the approach to the new year. â oh-- thank you. cher has a talent for stealing the things from my wardrobe that are unacceptable for a party. all my mom jeans suspiciously disappeared, â she laughed heartily, her fingertips smoothing down the silk of the dress, a small blush upon her features. compliments... they still didnât quite sink in, even from michael. â you look nice too. you look-- â this was a good time for her brain to stop working, wasnât it ? so she went for an oldie but a goldie to avoid possible awkwardness, â clean. â ... shit. â i mean clean shaven. obviously. -- weâll stick with nice too. â