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Maybe A Drink Or Two? - Michael Philippou

-Fluff-

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I've been struggling with depression recently. My boss had just given me workload for our new movie being produced. I work for A24 as an editor but I mostly review others edits because I'm better at giving advice and suggestions than doing it myself. I chose this career because it seemed fun but this is really making me regret it. The bags under my eyes have grown and turned a darker shade making them more noticeable. I swear it felt like my body was giving up on me but I have to deal with it. Anything to impress him.

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            -In my car-
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It is finally over. The filming is over but I'm not sure what I'm feeling. As I sit contemplating what I'm feeling I feel someone gaze upon me. I look up from staring at my lap and I made eye contact with a certain someone. It was Michael Philippou. I feel something twist in my stomach. I've kept having this feeling for a while now but only with him. I watch him as he walk closer to my car and knocks on my window. He signals with his fingers to lower the window. I reach over and as it lowers a smile grows on his face. I have to admit he looks quite attractive. His hair is nicely cut but messy, his clothing style is casual but comfy, and that smile. Oh that smile. 

"Hey Y/n! How've you been doing?"

Michael says in his Aussie accent. He looks at me like he's genuinely curious about me. I'm even more shocked that he knows my name. After all he is one of the main producers in the movie we're producing. (Talk to Me)

"I-I'm doing well. Just a lot of work you know? What about you? How have you been?"

I say nervously whilst fidgeting with my phone. I feel like I've spoken way too much. Michael Philippou must think I'm weird or stupid. 

"Ah I'm doing well thanks for asking! Oh and talking about the work... Would you like to join me for a drink? I'm going to a nearby club of sorts. Not anything crazy of course but you know just me and you to relax. So whaddya say?"

Michael Philippou asks leaning on my car door. A visible gleam in his eye almost makes me want to just lean in and... yeah anyway a club really? I've been to clubs before obviously but I've never been asked to go by someone and someone who wants it just to me and them. I can picture me and Michael together but I just get disgusted. How would he ever want to be with someone like me? I can imagine my ugly eyebags and tired face and I just feel utter shame. But then again how could oppose? "Yeah.. Yeah that'd be nice!" I replied and smiled at him. "Then it's settled! Meet me at the ----- club and I'll be inside waiting for you alright? Be there by 7:30!" He giggled in excitement and got up from leaning on my car. As he walked away he showed his cute smile and waved goodbye. I don't know what I just got into...

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-Timeskip -
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I've been waiting inside my car for the exact time I should be there. I wanted to be right on time because I didn't want to seem desperate nor rude. As I walk out of my car and walk to the club I get a wave of nervousness. I open the door and I see him. He notices me and a grin grows on his face.

"Hey! What's got you so fidgety?" 

He says chuckling and wraps his arm around me. I suddenly feel all warm inside. I could feel butterflies in my stomach.

"Ah nothing... Just that I can't really keep my alcohol. I'm kind of a lightweight."

I say laughing a bit to brush off his concern. 

"Well then, why don't we get to discussing? Say, I've been keeping an eye on you and I can say with all my hearts content that you're amazing!"

He says as we both find a seat and get ourselves some shots. 

One shot

"Well I couldn't have done it without the team! You should be appreciating them as well."

I say confused. If he's impressed by my work he should know that I didn't how to do it by myself without the help of others. I'm really started to wonder what type of person he is.

Second shot

"You're the one doing all the work though! I should only give my compliments to y-oof  hah! This alcohol is already having a bit of a kick eh?"

Michael says coughing a bit from the strong taste I assume. I couldn't really understand what he said at the end of the sentence where he coughed so I guess I'll never know. As we talk I didn't know how I didn't notice but we were slowly scooting closer to each other.

Third shot

Now the alcohol was hitting pretty hard for me. Like I said I was a lightweight. I looked up from the glass shot I just drank from and look over at Michael. He looks completely fine and unbothered while my vision was already getting blurry. 

"Hey are you alright?"

He asks putting his hand on my thigh but pulling it back quickly as to not make uncomfortable. 

"Yeah I'm good. Just a bit dizzy from the drinks."

Fourth shot

We both were drunk and there was no doubt about that. We both blabbered nonsense and people around us just stared and laughed. The music blasted old school music which made my head hurt. I brought my hand up and pressed it against my head. As I huffed he pulled me close and held my head checking my temperature. 

"Damn, the alcohol really got to you. You're a lightweight but you still brought yourself to drink four shots? There's no need to impress me I already am." 

He says holding eye contact with me as we breath heavily and start to get hot we lean close in and-

We black out.

"Ouch, my head."

I say rubbing my head and as I get up from the warm bed, I turn behind me and I notice a familiar person in my bed. It was Michael. THE Michael Philippou was in my bed and we got drunk together. As I chuckle in disbelief and excitement that he picked me of all people, I walk downstairs my two floor house and I notice food on my kitchen counter. There's a place of waffles and a cup of tea with it and a sticky note attached to the cup. The cup says:

Sorry I got you get too drunk as well as myself. Have this to feel better. Love you~ 

XOXO, Michael

I felt my cheeks flush and felt warm arms wrap around me. I couldn't help but break into a goofy smile. Michael smiled as well and sat in the seat next to me. 

"If getting drunk gets us like this maybe we should do it more often~"

"Sure love~"

Author note--

I'm so sorry for the longggg delay I just had literally a million essays that were about writing paragraphs and stories and it just drained me a lot. This story might not be too long but I hope you guys enjoy it! And of course don't forget to give request on what I should write about and improve my writing style! Love yall <3