A lot of movie watching. Michael and you both are suckers for some classic horror flicks. Black and white stuff. Hitchcock, book based movies from Stephen King. You both have seen Misery and The Shining too many times to count.
Netflix and chill.
He’s always bringing you little presents, things that remind you of him. Flowers to the door for you and your mom.
You love building blanket pilots and forts, hiding away to make out or watch tv or talk. Anything.
You two cook together.
On your first date you visit a photo booth and get tons of pictures together in cute and silly poses.
You walk hand in hand, both of you nervous at first, then your hands just clasp together.
You love picnics.
He takes you to the Santa Monica Pier on your one month anniversary. It’s silly prizes, greasy food, feeding each other, sharing food, lots of pictures, hand holding.
You hang out and jam to music, just on your floor listening.
You two stargaze on the roof.
Takes you to the beach and lets you wear his hoodie.
Takes you dancing, possessive if anyone else eyes you.
Your first kiss with him is gentle, hesitant. But when your lips meet it makes you both giggle, hugging each other close.
Michael’s plans are rained out one day and he’s extremely upset, having planned something special. You tell him you just need him, so you two go to the library or simply just nap together, maybe even clean out your attic or Meads.
He respects your parents and they respect him. He’s shy and nervous to please them.
Loves surprising you by showing up with food.
Sends you cute texts and messages, videos and voicemails.
When he first asks you out it’s blunt, although shy. He’s cute.
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