I think 28 is supposed to say concert but even if it isn't can you do concert with Michael?
“Please tell me where we’re going.”
Michael glanced over at you with a grin, letting out a small laugh as he responded with a simple, “No.”
You groaned, your head falling back against the headrest, but the smile on your face was unmistakable. You watched him for a minute, your eyes trailing down to where his hand rested on the gear shift, and you wondered what he would do if you reached for his hand. Instead, you rolled your head to the side to watch the other cars pass by, unaware of Michael’s small, fond glances your way.
The two of you had just recently turned a friendship into something more. After a drunken confession on your part, and a surprise kiss from Michael on your birthday a week later - this time entirely sober - you’d both admitted to harbouring feelings. You’d been on a couple of dates, and you felt it was okay to kiss him in private, but you still weren’t sure what exactly the two of you were.
You listened as Michael began to hum a song that came on the radio, and you turned back to him. “Did you know they’re playing at the amphitheater tonight? I really wanted to get tickets, but they were sold out…” You trailed off, watching as Michael kept his eyes on the road and tried not to smile.
“Yeah, I know. You only told me like 12 times.”
Your eyes glanced back to the road as Michael signalled to turn onto the exit, and then your gaze shot back to the boy beside you.
“Michael…”
He tried to keep a straight face, but you knew him too well. He knew it, too. “Yes?” He tried to ask innocently, but as he turned left, you could see the sign for the amphitheater glowing in the distance.
“Michael…” you repeated slowly. He raised his eyebrows, finally meeting your eyes as he pulled up to a red light. He could tell that you’d figured out where he was taking you on your secret date, and all he could do was shrug in defeat. You, on the other hand, could do nothing but slouch back in your seat in disbelief, a grin threatening to take over your face. You couldn’t believe it.
You knew he was waiting for some sort of verbal response, but you couldn’t speak. Your hand reached across the console, finding his arm, and you squeezed it. He beamed at your silent gesture of affirmation, pulling into the parking lot alongside the thousands of other concert goers.
It remained silent between you as he found a parking spot, before getting out and meeting you at the passenger door. You looked around, wide eyed, as you tried to wrap your head around the fact that you were here. With your favourite person, no less. You were here because of him.
You turned to him as he stepped up to meet you, leather jacket and dark green eyes brooding, and your heart felt ready to burst. He looked as if he was about to speak when you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a hug. You held him as tight to you as you could, smiling as you heard him chuckle against your hair.
“Thank you,” you whispered. As you pulled apart, he reached for your hand and gave it a gentle squeeze in response, before pulling you towards the front doors.
*****
As the concert went on, you jumped enthusiastically with the crowds, and swayed with your phone to the slow songs. All the while, you’d catch Michael staring at you with a fond smile, and you’d send him a beaming grin back in return.
When the band began to play the chords of your favourite song, you let out a cheer. You smiled as Michael wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, softly whispering the words of the chorus into your ear - the fact that he remembered your favourite song was enough to have your heart racing faster.
*****
As you reached the car, you still couldn’t believe the high you were on. You spun around, laughing, before coming to a giggling stop. Michael stretched out his hand, absolutely enthralled with seeing you so happy, and you reached for him willingly. There was a smile on his face as he held you at arm’s length, your fingers still intertwined. Your laugh slowly faded, head tilting to the side in curiosity as he continued to gaze at you. It was silent, and you waited, your eyes searching his.
“I want you to be my girlfriend,” he finally said softly.
Your heart skipped a beat.
“Officially,” he added, and you felt heat rising in your cheeks as your face flushed. You were stunned for a moment, and panic flashed across his face. “Sorry, I didn’t - that’s really dumb, I just -”
You somehow managed to compose yourself, gently tugging on his arm to pull him towards you. He looked down at you, your hands still linked as you closed the gap. You could still see the uncertainty in his eyes. Your free hand found his face, your thumb brushing against his jaw. You stood on your toes, your fingers leaving his and coming up to the other side of his face as you kissed him gently.
“Michael,” you said softly. “Of course I’ll be your girlfriend.”
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