You won't see me coming.

“You took Jack’s car??” Lindsay questions. That does explain how Michael got here so quickly after her texts. And he did say that his car was impounded so they he would have taken someone’s car. “I’m sure if you let him know you came to see me he’ll back off a little. At least we’re getting you patched up instead of just going back out.”

Lindsay frowns a little at the injuries, thankfully they aren’t too bad but it would be better if he wasn’t hurt at all. But, she knows deep down, that their lifestyle was never an injury free one. They both bear scars of that, both physically and mentally.

Lindsay moves to let Michael in before closing the door. “We won’t take too long, promise. I wanna go on this date after all.” She gets that happy feeling in her chest when she calls it a date again. She blinks in surprise at Michael calling them both idiots before snorting, which turns into a fit of giggles. “We are idiots aren’t we? Both of us wanting to ask the other out but too worried about the others reaction.” 

“Great!” Lindsay replies, just a tad bit excited about it. She almost wants to pinch herself to see if she was dreaming, but that wouldn’t be something she should do in front of Michael. “Shall we go now? Or get you patched up before we head out?” The worry over Michael’s well being never went away, just seeing Michael hurt made Lindsay worry and want to fuck something up in his defense.

"What?” She asks when Michael asks his first question. It takes her off guard for a moment that she almost misses what Michael says next. He wants to go on a date with her? He was going to try to ask her out with roses before some asshole messed with him? Well...now Lindsay feels just a little bit dumb. She didn’t need to overthink this whole thing for months. Michael felt the same way and if they talked about it sooner, they probably would have already been dating by now. Maybe Michael was also overthinking the whole thing. Lindsay laughs a little bit, amused by the fact they might be similar in that regard if it was true.

Lindsay manages to get herself in a fresh pair of jeans, a shirt and a jacket in the time it takes Michael to arrive. She was making sure she looked somewhat good when there was a knock at the door. Taking a deep breath, Lindsay steeled herself and headed to the front door. Shooing all of the cats to the living room, Lindsay got to the front door and opening the door.

A couple minutes pass. Then a few more. As more time passes, Lindsay keeps getting more and more worried. Maybe he was busy? Or just doesn’t have his phone on him? But...what if Michael’s read the messages and just...didn’t care? A sinking feeling hit Lindsay in the gut. Oh god what if he did decide to not want to be around her anymore. Was Mica and Ryan wrong? Just when her mind was going to think the worst, she got a text back. She stared at it for a few moments before scrambling to make herself more presentable. Probably shouldn’t have texted Michael that while still in her pjs.

Lindsay takes a deep breath as she stares at her phone. Even after talking with both Mica AND Ryan about what she should do, she is still having trouble reaching out to Michael. She hasn’t seen or spoken to Michael in a long while and it was starting to hurt her. It was starting to hurt so much that she manages to convince herself to stop being a wuss and talk to Michael dammit. Taking another deep breath, she starts to text Michael.

Lindsay can’t help but chuckle a little. “I guess you have a point. He did compliment on the outfit I wore before the drinking started. It was one of the new ones you helped me pick out.” Lindsay is quiet for a moment before nodding. “Yeah. It defiantly wasn’t the worse kiss I’ve had.”

[Lindsay has only a second to ponder what Michael was doing before he leans in and kiss her on the lips. Her eyes widen and her face fully turns a beet red at the action. She doesn’t even get the chance to enjoy the kiss more before Michael pulls away. And then he’s smiling and oh hell Lindsay can just feel herself falling farther for this man that has had such an impact.]

I guess I can resist telling Ryan. [Lindsay is only teasing of course, she won’t tell Ryan. Though it would be kind of funny to see what Ryan did with that information.] You’re lucky you’re pretty.