| michael’s pov |
I placed the envelope in my pocket, sure that it wouldn’t fly out or seen. If all else failed tonight, at least I could give her this. I would still be able to redeem myself.
This was probably one of the perks of being a fan– I knew what she liked and what she disliked. I can actually give something meaningful.
I smoothed out my plaid shirt, trying to make it seem like it was ironed, but that never works out. It just folds again. I thought I had this date planned out, and I’d look good for once.
That didn’t work out for me.
Suddenly, I was rattled with my mum shouting at me to get downstairs. I looked at the clock; it was twenty five minutes past seven, which meant she was twenty five minutes late.
From all the time I’ve spent knowing her, I was quite proud to say
