July 5, 2008

I changed into my blue running outfit, grabbed my iPod, slipped on my favorite Converse, and ran out the door. I ran five blocks down to the ice cream parlor on Emerson. I walked in and ordered one scoop of mint chocolate chip on a cone. I put one earbud in my ear and put my iPod back on shuffle, I started quietly singing along with Beyonce.

"You're a really good singer," the guy behind the counter said. He handed me my ice cream and I took it.

"Thank you," I replied. I paid for it and walked to the door with the ice cold cone in hand.

"Here you go, miss," said a guy who was holding the door open for me.

"Thanks," I said. I looked up and froze. He. Was. So. Effing. Hot. His biceps and deltoids were ripped, so were his quads and hamstrings- not insanely ripped, just the right amount to make him look like a god. I started to look him up and down, involuntarily of course. He chuckled; I looked back up at his face and blushed. His hair was gorgeous-if hair could be gorgeous that is-, his eyes were an amazing shade of hazel, his smile was a tiny bit crooked, and I realized I was staring again. I quickly went out the door before anything more embarrassing could happen to me.

I walked to the park next to Lake Ray Hubbard, which was only about a block away. By the time I got there I was done with my ice cream. I sat down on one of the swings that was closest to the lake. I started quietly singing a song that I wrote. Soon I heard someone sit on the swing next to me, but I didn't bother to look up. I put my earbuds back in my ears and started listening to David Archuleta, I started singing along with 'Your Eyes Don't Lie'. My left earbud suddenly came out of my ear; I reached down to pick it up when someone whispered in my ear.

"Why don't you sing the song you sang without the iPod?" I sorta jumped and fell off the swing. I would've hit the ground but someone caught me, I'm guessing the person who whispered in my ear. "So, will you sing for me now that I stopped you from falling?" He was smirking.

"You're the guy from the ice cream parlor." Now I noticed his awesome hair, black with purple highlights.

"And you're the girl who kept staring at me." He chuckled. I blushed and looked back down at my feet, I think I'll be doing that a lot around him. "So will you sing that song for me?" I looked back up, and into his eyes. "I can see it in your eyes. I know you wanna sing it for me." My iPod was still blaring.

"You like Archie?" I was sorta shocked. Most guys preferred Cook.

"Well, my brother knows him and my sister's kind of obsessed."

"So is my best friend." I looked past the part of his brother knowing Archie cause I didn't wanna freak out on him. "She's his age so she's a couple years younger than me."

"Back on subject, will you sing that song for me?"

"You mean 'Goodbyes'?"

"Yeah, whatever it's called."

"Okay." So I started singing. When I finished he was smirking. "What?"

"Oh nothing, how old are you?"

"Twenty."

"And your name is?"

"Isabelle."

"What's your favorite color?"

"Purple. What is this? Twenty questions?" I laughed.

"If you want it to be. My hair's purple." He raised his left eyebrow and I giggled.

"Only partially purple. Ten questions each. And you already used three." This time it was my turn to smirk. "So now I get to ask you three."

"No, that's not how the game works." He was shaking his head.

"Fine, how bout I ask you three then you ask me seven then I ask you seven." That wasn't a question it was a statement.

"Fine." I knew he was disappointed that he didn't win. But all I had to do was reword my original proposition. He should've noticed that, right?

"Yay! I never got your name so, what's your name?"

"Michael."

"How old would you be?"

"Twenty, copycat."

"Favorite color?"

"Blue."

"Everything I'm wearing is blue."

"Oh well, my turn." I stuck my tongue out at him and he laughed. "Very mature. Since your favorite color is purple, what do you think of my hair?" I thought about the perfect words to make him irritated, since he was apparently very fond of his outstandingly amazing hair.

"Pretty cool." I simply nodded. He seemed a tiny bit upset. I tried my hardest not to giggle.

"Okay, do you live around here?"

"Yeah. I go to Stanford but during the summer I live here with my older brother, Josh, and his fiancée, Kayla. Just a couple houses down from JC." I noticed he was confused on who JC was. "She's my best friend. I call her that because of her initials."

"Oh, what are you majoring in?" He actually sounded interested.

"You just used up a question, English Literature."

"Damn, um… What's you favorite ice cream flavor?"

"Did you not see what I was holding when you opened the door for me?"

"Right, mint chip. Then what's your favorite food?" I didn't even have to think about that one.

"The low calorie lemon bread from Starbucks."

"That is good."

"The next question is your second to last," I reminded him.

"I know." He smirked his gorgeous smirk and I knew he was going to ask me something about himself. "What do you think of me?" Who was right? I was. There he goes again with that smirk. Come to think of it, his smirk was kinda like JC's.

"That's hard, how many words can I use?"

"One." Stupid amazing, heart pounding, butterfly-inducing smirk. I finally found the right word.

"Indescribable." I paused. "In a good way." I think I heard him let out a sigh of relief. "Your last question."

"And I know exactly what to ask." What the hell! How does he do that to me?

"What would that be?"

"Would you ever audition for American Idol? You do know about Idol, right?"

"Of course I do. It's my obsession. And maybe. I almost did in season five but I got nervous and backed out. Plus, I wouldn't have stood a chance against Katharine, Elliott or Chris. Now it's my turn to ask you."

"Fine." We say that a lot.

"What do you think of my hair?"

"I think it would be very fun to play with."

"Well too bad for you. I don't let just anybody touch my hair." He stuck his tongue out at me and I laughed. "Do you live in Rockwall?"

"Yeah, I go to college here too."

"What college?"

"I don't need to tell you."

"Fine." See, I told you we use that word a lot. "What's your favorite flavor of ice cream?"

"Definitely chocolate. Why are you stealing my questions?"

"You already asked your ten questions, but it's so I don't have to think of my own. I'll switch it up a little for you, what's your favorite pizza topping?"

"Cheese." I laughed at his simplicity.

"Besides that."

"Then pepperoni."

"Okay, since you made me sing, why don't you sing for me?" I was surprised when he actually started singing. Although he did grin before he started. I swear that by the time he was finished my jaw was on the woodchips below the swing. It was Michael's half chuckle half laugh that brought me back to Earth.

"Are you breathing?" Now he was just making fun of me.

"Yes I am, thank you very much. Now would you ever audition for New Age Idol?" That was all in a smart-ass tone.

"Never."

"What do you think of me?"

"Nope." I was confused. "That would be your eleventh question, we each only get ten." I pouted and he chuckled, again. Damn his hotness.