Michael- Meeting (long)

                                    

                                          
You were walking through the mall with your best friend. After you eat in the food court, your eyes found the arcade room.
                          
"(Your best friends name) let's go play a game! Cmon!" Dragging her in by the hand as she sighs. You always beat her so she hated playing arcade games.
                          
You both walk all the way to the back to find your favorite shooting game. It's based off the movie Deadpool. Your best friend slid four quarters in for you and you began to play. You were doing amazing, passing the high score 5 minutes ago and still going strong. You saw out of the corner of your eye that your friend walked into the bathroom.
                          
"Wow." You heard a voice from behind you, but it wasn't your friend. You turn around to find a lilac haired boy staring at the game you were playing. "You're good at this game." He finally said. You giggled a little. You could tell by his accent that he was Australian.
                          
"Um. Thanks." You said as you turned back around to the game to find yourself almost dead. The boy distracted you for too long. You tried saving yourself, shooting everywhere but it was no use. You were dead. 
                          
"Well, I thought you were good." You hear the familiar voice say behind you. You turned around to find the Australian boy smirking. You rolled your eyes and handed the gun to him.
                          
"Let's see you try!" You gave him a sarcastic look. He laughed and put 4 quarters in the slot. The game started and he wasn't doing very good. He was missing the people he was supposed to shoot. It took him like 10 shots to just take down one guy. You laughed quietly. He looked back at you. 
                          
"Oh, I thought you were wanting me to play like you. You want me to actually play?" He joked.
                          
He turned back around and started nailing each target with one shot each. He went passed your high score. Your jaw dropped. 
                          
5 minutes later, in the middle of the game, he laid the gun down and turned to you.
                          
"I'm bored." he faked a yawn. You rolled your eyes and smiled sarcastically.
                          
"I'll admit it. You're pretty good." You finally said to the boy that was smirking again. You noticed he was wearing AC/DC shirt and he looked really hot in it.
                          
"Cool shirt. I love AC/DC." You smile at him. He blushes.
                          
"Thanks." He gave a warm smile and stuck out his hand for you to shake. "I'm Michael." You took his hand and smiled back. 
                          
"I know. You're kinda in a famous band. My friend is obsessed with you guys." You laugh. "Well, Michael, it was very nice to meet you." You started to turn around. You didn't want Michael to know you were into him because then he might think you were just another fan. You were a fan of 5 Seconds of Summer, but not a crazy fan girl like your best friend and every other girl in the world. You were in love with the little things about each boy that no one else paid attention to. You were in love with the way they played their instruments on stage. You loved the way they treated their fans with so much respect. 
                          
"Wait. Where are you going?" He piped up, still holding your hand. You glanced down at your hands still shaking up and down and gave him a confused look. He realized and quickly let go. His face got red with embarrassment.
                          
"I'm going to find my friend." You shyly smiled. He looked super cute when he was embarrassed. 
                          
"Sorry, I didn't mean to freak you out. I - I- I just have never been treated this way by a girl in a long time." He stuttered.
                          
"Like what?" You asked, puzzled.
                          
"Normal." He spoke up, while embarrassingly scratching the back of his head.
                          
"Oh. Well I don't see a point in screaming in your face, pissing you off, and chasing you down for a picture. I'm not like that. I think that is inconsiderate of your privacy. Plus, I have more self respect than that. And who said I was even a fan?" You winked, joking with him. He laughed, while pulling out his phone.
                          
"I never have done this before but can I have your number? Maybe we could hang out sometime?" His voice trailed off.
                          
"Of course. No one usually beats me at the Deadpool game." You laughed. "You must be pretty cool I guess." You added with a smirk. He stared at you while you put your number into his phone. When you were finished, you gave him his phone back. You couldn't believe THE Michael Clifford asked for your number.
                          
"(Y/N)?" He asked, reading the name you put above your number. You laughed.
                          
"Yeah." You turned around to walk away. "Or you can call me Deadpool Girl, doesn't matter." You winked, looking back at him. He smiled really big and waved a little wave with his hand. You waved back and kept walking. You had to go find your best friend to tell her the exciting news.