The Princess and the Punk

Amelie's POV
"Michael I have to pee!" I groaned trying to unwrap myself from his strong arms.
"No, please just lay with me." He pleaded.
"Michael! I'm literally going to pee myself!" I giggled.
"Fine." He huffed, unwrapping his arms.
"I'll be right back." I said while scurrying to his bathroom.
After peeing I tried to make myself presentable, brushing my teeth and shit. But my thoughts drifted to last night, dancing with Michael, the good parts of the party, and hanging out with Michael's friends. I felt normal. No, I felt alive.
Michael was still laying in his bed. His red hair was a mess.
"I told you I'd be back." I said sitting on the bed.
Seconds later he pulled me down and wrapped his arms around me again. His scent engulfing my lungs.
"Michael you're squishing me." I moaned.
"Sorry." He smirked and pulled me closer.
"So what are we doing today?" I asked.
"I'm gonna take you out to breakfast, and then I'm gonna take you to your surprise." He said.
"Michael I hate surprises!" I yelled.
"You'll love this one." He said.
Michael left to go get ready in the bathroom, leaving me to change in his room. I took of his shirt that was way to big for me, and his sweatpants that were also way to big for me. Putting on my "sleepover clothes". (pic above) As I put on my sweater the door swung open. Shit.
"Oh shit! Damn it!" He said. As he tried to back out of the room he only knocked down a couple shelves.
I quickly put my sweater on, trying my best not to laugh.
"Okay I'm decent." I said quickly.
"I thought you were finished, sorry." He apologized.
"It's fine." I said.
That was awkward...
"You ready to go?" He asked.
"Yeah." I said following him downstairs.
"Hey mum!" He said.
"Morning baby." She said.
"Good morning Makenna." I said.
"Morning Amelie, I didn't know you stayed over." She said smiling.
"I did, I hope you don't mind." I said nervously.
"No, you are always welcome to." She said.
"We're going for breakfast, I'll be back later." He said.
"Okay, I love you." She said.
"Love you too, call me if you need me." He said as we walked out the door.
"You can pick the music." He said, starting the car.
"Okay." I said while pulling out his CDs.
I put The 1975, in. Chocolate played through the speakers.
"Call it a split because I know that you will
You bite your friend like chocolate
You said 'We go where nobody knows, we got guns hidden under our petticoats'
And 'We're never gonna quit it'" we sang.
After about six or seven songs we pulled up to what looked like an abandoned Waffle House.
"Are you sure it's open?" I questioned.
"Yeah, since like the 1940's" he laughed.
The place was pretty empty besides an old couple and a middle aged woman and her daughter.
Michael walked over to the second booth by the window.
"What can I get for ya?" Asked a young woman who smelled of cigarettes and strong perfume.
"The usual." They said simultaneously.
"I'll have the cinnamon roll pancakes with some bacon, please." I said.
"Drink?" She asked.
"Apple juice, please." I said.
"Your food will be out in a bit." she said.
"Thank you." he said.
"So how did you find this place?" I asked him.
"I just happened to stumble upon this place." He said.
"Its great." I said.
"Wait til you taste the food, better than any other waffle house in the world." he laughed.
"We'll see." I said giggling.
"So what do you want to do in your life? What do you want to do with it?" He asked.
"Well after I marry Harry I'll become queen and we'll live happily ever after." I answered.
"No. What do you want to do, You not anybody else." He said.
"I want to move to a small town in the middle of nowhere. I want to work at a cafe, and make my own money. I want to struggle with bills and not always have money at my finger tips. I want to meet a guy at the cafe who orders coffee, black, pancakes with a side of hash browns. He plays the guitar and listens to Bon Jovi.I want to marry someone I love. I want kiss him every morning at the crack of dawn before he goes to work and every night when he comes home for dinner. I want to wake up and feel alive." I said out of breath.
"Bon Jovi?" He questioned.
"Why not?" I laughed.
"Here's your coffee. Pancakes, with a side of hash browns. Apple juice, cinnamon roll pancakes, and bacon, for you." She said.
Shit.
"Thanks Cheryl." He said.
"Anything else I can get for ya?" She said popping her gum.
"No thanks." Michael said.
We ate in silence for what felt like hours. The food was actually pretty amazing.
"What about you? What do you want to do?" I asked.
"Hmm... I'm still figuring that out." He sighed.
"I see." I said.
We continued making small talk over the rest of our breakfast.
"You ready for your surprise?" He asked smirking.
No.

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