Mike walked over to his friends, and Bronwyn followed, feeling nervous and scared.
What if Micky didn't like her?.
"Guys, this is Bronwyn" he introduced her. "Bronwyn, these are Davy, the short one...."
"I'm not short" Davy defended."I'm just not as tall as the others".
Bronwyn smiled at him. She could pick up on his british accent, she was just as bad at accents as she was with remembering names, so she had no idea where he would be from. "Hi Davy", she said, shaking his hand "I love the accent. British?"
Davy nodded."Manchester".
"And this is Peter" Mike introduced Bronwyn to the blonde man.
Peter hugged Bronwyn, knocking her off her feet a little. "do you like ice cream?" he let go of her and stepped back "and what about spaghetti?".
She nodded "I like both" she smiled,"But not together. I like having them at seperate parts of a meal".
Mike smiled at Bronwyn "And this, this is Micky".
Micky grinned at her "How ya doing?".
She nodded "I'm doing fine, thank you" she replied. She felt her tummy doing butterflies. He was even cuter in person, than he was on stage. "I love your voice, i think it's really good".
Micky blushed "Thank you".
Mike looked at Davy and Peter "I think we should continue packing up the instruments". he looked at Micky "why don't you take Bronwyn home?".
Micky was confused "uh, I thought she was your date".
"I got the wrong name" Bronwyn admitted, a little embarressed about her mistake. "I guess 'Mike' and 'Micky' sound similar in a noisy club".
Micky shrugged "It's an easy mistake to make". He took her arm, and gently led her to the corner of the room, so the other's wouldn't hear the next part of their conversation.
"So you like me?" he grinned.
She nodded "I do". She looked at the floor "I understand if you don't like me. I know you must have a hundred girls chasing you...".
"Nah, not really" Micky replied. He gently lifted up her head, and planted a gentle kiss on her lips. "You wanna go out on Friday night?".
Bronwyn, still in shock that he had kissed her, nodded "Uh, yeah" she happily replied.
Micky smiled sweetly at her. "It's a date". he told her, before gently kissing her again.
The end.
What if Micky didn't like her?.
"Guys, this is Bronwyn" he introduced her. "Bronwyn, these are Davy, the short one...."
"I'm not short" Davy defended."I'm just not as tall as the others".
Bronwyn smiled at him. She could pick up on his british accent, she was just as bad at accents as she was with remembering names, so she had no idea where he would be from. "Hi Davy", she said, shaking his hand "I love the accent. British?"
Davy nodded."Manchester".
"And this is Peter" Mike introduced Bronwyn to the blonde man.
Peter hugged Bronwyn, knocking her off her feet a little. "do you like ice cream?" he let go of her and stepped back "and what about spaghetti?".
She nodded "I like both" she smiled,"But not together. I like having them at seperate parts of a meal".
Mike smiled at Bronwyn "And this, this is Micky".
Micky grinned at her "How ya doing?".
She nodded "I'm doing fine, thank you" she replied. She felt her tummy doing butterflies. He was even cuter in person, than he was on stage. "I love your voice, i think it's really good".
Micky blushed "Thank you".
Mike looked at Davy and Peter "I think we should continue packing up the instruments". he looked at Micky "why don't you take Bronwyn home?".
Micky was confused "uh, I thought she was your date".
"I got the wrong name" Bronwyn admitted, a little embarressed about her mistake. "I guess 'Mike' and 'Micky' sound similar in a noisy club".
Micky shrugged "It's an easy mistake to make". He took her arm, and gently led her to the corner of the room, so the other's wouldn't hear the next part of their conversation.
"So you like me?" he grinned.
She nodded "I do". She looked at the floor "I understand if you don't like me. I know you must have a hundred girls chasing you...".
"Nah, not really" Micky replied. He gently lifted up her head, and planted a gentle kiss on her lips. "You wanna go out on Friday night?".
Bronwyn, still in shock that he had kissed her, nodded "Uh, yeah" she happily replied.
Micky smiled sweetly at her. "It's a date". he told her, before gently kissing her again.
The end.
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