| michael's pov |
"Are you sure you're alright?"
She scoffed, though I knew how heavy the bowling ball was for her. "I'm fine; I got some muscles, you know!" Belle reasoned, as she threw– and I mean literally threw– the ball towards the pins.
As expected, it went to the sides, and she cursed under her breath. At least, she tried to hide the disappointment quietly but failed.
"Your turn," she muttered, sourly.
I could only smile at how cute it was. I lift the ball with ease, and her mouth flew open.
"Ho-how?!" She exclaimed, pointing at me, as if mind-blown with the fact that I could actually hold it without slouching.
I shrugged. "Maybe it's because I have more muscles," I joked, and she just rolled her eyes.
Every second that passed, it was like I became more and more comfortable
