michael young

@mikeyovng​

Angel had taken a break from dancing and cooled off by sitting at one of the tables. It was nice to have Joey’s rented out, despite some of the awful karaoke from earlier- this part was great. Angel sat back and watched everyone around with a slight grin on her face- she was happy. It felt strange to stop and be happy for a moment, to stop worrying about her mother for 2 seconds and focus on her day. Her thoughts were interrupted by this when she felt an arm go around her. “Michael,” she chuckled. Angel never knew why but when she was a few drinks in she used formal names. “I hope that big ass present by the table is from you.”

Michael almost didn’t show up to the birthday party. He was tired and sore from training these last couple of weeks. Had it not been for the nap that he took before, he wouldn’t have had the energy to make it. But it was only for a little bit, he promised himself. He just had to stay long enough to hang out with Angel and celebrate with her for a little bit. The man made his way around the room, greeting some of the faces that he recognized until he finally spotted the brunette hanging by herself. “Hey you,” he said, wrapping an arm around them. “Happy birthday.” Mike gave her a cheek kiss before chucking lightly at her words. “Yea, I got you a big ass empty box.” the man teased. “Nah, I got you something nice. Not that one in particular, but you’ll know when you see it. I give the best gifts.”

She had absolutely no business working at a bookstore and from the moment she’d been hired, it came as a shock. The only types of books that ever seemed to catch her attention was overly hyped fiction novels. “That’s exactly what I’m sayin’.” Her b ack had been turned toward him as she wandered through isles, trying to find just where the book could possibly be. Her fingers trailed across the fiction novels, eyes scanning through author’s last names. R, S, T… Tolstoy. A grin spread across her face the second the novel had been spotted, pulling it from it’s place on the shelf. “I don’t think it’s a first edition, but-” Her words are cut off when she turned to see the male standing so close to her. Our usual spot. Mercy’s cheeks hinted a sodt shade of pink, a wave of nervousness seeming to hit her. “I don’t.. We shouldn’t, Mike. You and I both know that ain’t the best idea,” she said in a low voice, hand extending the book in his direction. 

"That's okay," the man said reaching out to take the book from her hand, but instead kept his hand over hers. It was the most physical contact since she left. He locked eyes with the woman, thumb caressing hers gently as mischievious smirk played on his lips. "I actually think it's my best idea yet. Just you and me under the night sky with some wine....I was gonna ask you at the camp, but I think you've been hiding from me." he said, taking a couple of steps closer to so that she was pressed against the bookshelf. His hand slid across her forearm then down her sides, stopping just shy off her backside. “Don’t say no when you know you want to. I promise I’ll behave.”

“okay so you just now tell me about this place?” brianne asked as she started to walk from the car and her eyes went wider when she saw the amazing view she had in front of her. gabrielle was at the daycare and brie first time in a while had a day off, so doing nothing would just make it go to waste. “i mean it’s beautiful.” she added shortly. @peachesstart​

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With nothing but a desperate need to get out, cut loose and forget about all the bullshit that seemed to be going on in her life, the female couldn’t stop herself from calling Michael to join in. All the years the two seemed to know each other, he was one of the few that could truly keep up. Someone who was more than capable of keeping her mind on fun and stopping it from straying elsewhere. The Clubhouse had become her sanctuary for the night, piling on the shots of tequila to the point where she could hardly keep track. Thus, it was safe to say that she was feeling a bit .. nice. Maybe a little more than nice considering the way her green eyes couldn’t seem to stray away from his face– or, well, his lips to be more accurate. Typically, the two were more than capable of dancing with each other without there being much of a problem, but tonight? Jiillian’s mind began to sway elsewhere and before she knew it, the blonde was pulling her body away from his but immediately taking hold of his hand. 

Guiding him through the crowds of people without any indications of why, the blonde dragged the male into the direction of the woman’s bathroom– stopping short of the door before turning to look at him once again. The was mischief that residing in both her eyes and her smirk, hands gripping onto the collar of his shirt as she pulled him closer to her body; but not daring to do much else. Not yet anyway. “I’ve been thinkin’..” Jillian began, teeth grazing against her lower lip as her eyes lifted to meet his own. “How do you feel about ruining this friendship for old time’s sake, huh?” A grin glistening her features as soon as the words were out. The thing about Jillian and Michael, they’ve done this plenty of times before and not once had their friendship seemed to falter; that’s what she liked about it. 

For the past two weeks, training was the only thing that Michael was focused on. After missing out on more than one season, he felt like he had a lot to prove and he owed it to everyone to be giving 150 percent every time. Despite his coach and trainers wanting him to be careful to avoid another injury, he continued pushing himself hard. The man had even been blowing off talking and hanging out with friends  since football was his only priority. Everything else was a distraction. But when Jillian rang him up, it didn’t matter what excuse he gave her. Somehow the brunette managed to get him out of the house and out clubbing with her --something that he told himself that he was going to cut off.

He was used to dancing close with the girl, but tonight he was getting a different vibe from the woman. One that if available he never turned down. Thus when she pulled him off the dancefloor, he followed his no objections. Michael licked his lips, smirking a little as his brown eyes drowned in the emerald pools staring with mischief back at his. “I think  we can work something out tonight,” the man said as his hand cupped her cheek then slid back, curving around her neck. A couple shots of tequila and he could care less about who was watching and who might take a picture and sell it, or post it online. He flipped them so that he had her up against the wall instead, body pressed against hers and he leaned down closely to her ears and whispered, “What do you say we get outta here?”

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“Holy fuck, Mike!” Rose shouted at the guy, barely ducking to avoid the incoming football that had been flying right at her. “Watch where you throw that thing!” She called out from her spot on the grass, looking back at where the football hit the ground and bounced. “I could have lost my head.” She over exaggerated before she jumped up and jogged over to the football. “Aren’t you supposed to be a professional player or whatever?”

“If I wanted that ball to hit you, it would’ve.” the man said, chuckling lightly as he jogged over to her. Today was the perfect day to be outside enoying the Georgia sun, thus he invited the brunette over to his house to hang out for a bit. The Youngs had a massive house with a massive backyard, perfect to throw a ball around and goof off with friends. It helped that his parents were barely around to object to any of their little gatherings. “Stop being boring and play with me. Or shall we go in the pool instead?”

Amelia looked on the floor frantically bending down and peaking under the bed. Standing with a huff she tried to think back to the night before, her scrubs on the floor her the trail of clothing that lead to the side of the bed. Of course she couldn’t find them it was all a blur usually that was how it went after a late shift, showing up at Mike’s and being immersed into a fit of lust and exhaustion. “uh, have you seen my panties? I seem to have-uh- well lost them.” @mikeyovng​

Michael sat up on the bed, lower half still covered by the sheets. The man watched amused at the woman struggled to locate her underwear. He barely remembered where he threw them, having had his hands full at the time. "No idea, honestly." he said, shrugging slightly as he glanced around the room a little to see if he could spot it anywhere. A light chuckle left his lips when he saw the black lacy underwear on top of the lamp. He reached over to get it. “You sure you need to go though. We could go another round --I hear it’s a healthy way to start the day. Right, doctor?”

Mila: Alrighty. If not I'll call Ryan or Daddy.

Mike: Aight

The silence that hung between the two was awkward and yet, Mercy didn’t have the slightest clue on where to begin. So many things she should be saying ( like an apology for one ), but couldn’t seem to muster up the courage to do so; scared. Maybe it was better to not say anything at all? Pretending like nothing happened seemed to be working. Somewhat. Glancing up from the gaze that swiftly turned toward the box when noticing he was making her way, lips pursing and head shaking at the question. “Can’t say that I do, but I’m more than happy to go look for you.” Placing the book that had been in her grasp, Mercy took a step around Mike and glanced around at the book shelves. “Anna Karenina? Do you, uh.. do you know the author?” Because she sure as hell didn’t. 

He smiled, not exactly caring whether she knew a book or not. He walked over to her mostly to get her attention. Clearly she was looking for a reason. Michael followed the woman down the aisle, smirking a little bit when she asked about the author of the literature classic. "You mean you don't know?" he was only  teasing, of course. Knowing well that the other didn't know books like that. "Leo Tolstoy." he quickly added, moving a little closer to her. “You know the next time we run into each other should be on purpose....We have a lot of catching up to do. So what do you say, you and me at our usual spot. You still remember, right?”

Mila: Don't be an ass.

Mila: But alright. I'll catch up with you later.

Mila: I may need a ride home.

Mike: I'm in ATL right now

“Mike.” She greeted loudly, walking over to him with an impish grin plastered on her face. Just like usual, Sutton was up to something and while she thought she was good at hiding it, her eager quick paced walk gave her away. “Just the guy I was looking for. You’re looking so fine today.” Sutton complimented before continuing on. “God, we both look fucking good today. We should really take a picture.” And there it was. A small request for her. She was always one for posing with someone who could boost her social media presence. @mikeyovng​

Michael looked at the brunette confused, wondering what she was up to. She was not one usually out and happy to see him. They weren’t friends. Not exactly. He wasn’t quite sure what they were. What do you call two people that were once involved during one hot summer in Peach Hollow? Acquaintances, perhaps? “Um, sure. I guess.” he said, glancing down at the smaller woman. “You do look good though. As always.”

Mila: Yeah cause I don't be 'doing' anybody!

Mila: I leave all of that stress to you.

Mike: Yo can you just give Mercy all this energy

Mila: You wear a fucking condom to go down?

Mila: I hope you know you can get it from more than just going in.

Mila: And I would need a calculate to add up all the people's you've been with.

Mike: I dont do that on just anybody tf

Mike: and i dont fuck just anyone 🙄

Mike: you know what? we dont even gotta be talking about this

Mila: I'm sitting next to her. . .

Mila: One of these days you're going to get an STD from all the pussy you trying to dive in

Mila: We got a pool you know

Mike: first of all, i dont hit no one raw

Mike: and idk what youre talking about

Milani: You really get under my nerves.

Milani: piglet

Mike: You know you love me

Mike: Why're you bringing up mercy so suddenly anyways?