Here came the last and final group photo of the day. I was watching Michael as he talked to Calum.
“Take a photo, it will last longer,” said Tracie.
“Huh?" I jerked out of it. "Oh, I wasn't staring.”
“Sure you weren't...”
“I was just thinking…”
“That's he's cute?” she smiled at me.
Yes...but I wasn't going to tell her that.
“No, that I haven't seen Ginny in a while,” I said.
“And that involves Michael how?”
“It doesn't and I wasn't...”
“If you say so Inder, but I have eyes and…”
“Okay, everyone together in this area!” Nell called us over to a ramp. I sat up on the railing. To my surprise, Michael came and stood next to me.
I opened my mouth say something when, out of nowhere, I was smacked with a something in the back. It caused me to fall off the ramp backwards. Michael was right there, grabbing my arm to help me up, when out of nowhere he was hit with something. I seen the white goop run down the front of his jacket.
I whipped my fingers through it. Glue!
“Ginnifer,” I hissed.
He looked at me, confusion filling his face.
“April Fool's Day," I said. Right then, another one smacked him, splatting me with glue as well.
He still had his hand on my arm.
He pulled me up, still holding on to me.
I saw Ginnifer and Luke tossing balloons at us and Nell just snapping photos left and right.
“Where the hell did they get balloons with glue?” Michael asked.
“She's dead, I’m going to kill her!” I went to walk off but was pulled back by Michael.
“What?” I asked.
He didn't say anything but look confused as he stared at my arm. I noticed the glue was his jacket had already dried.
“Can I have my arm?” I asked.
“You would if I could let go,” he said, still shocked and not meeting my eyes.
“Haha, very funny. Now let me go.”
“Has this line worked before?”
“I’m not joking,” he said. He pulled up and down on his hand, but it was still stuck, showing me that he couldn't let go.
“What the…?” I looked closer and saw that his hand was glued to my arm.
I tried to pull him free, but I couldn't.
“Ginnifer!” I yelled. She froze. She had been about to toss another one.
“You glued me to him!” I pointed at Michael.
“What? How?” she said. She had a small, devious smile on.
“Let's see...you are throwing balloons full of glue-”
“Yea, but it's kid’s glue. It’s not that strong," she explained.
I held up my arm where he was stuck.
I saw Luke noticing what was going on and turning to leave.
“You!” I yelled “Luke!”
He slowly turned around.
“What kind of glue did you use?” I asked.
“I don't know, I found it in the dressing room,” he said, shrugging.
“There's like, fifty different kinds of glue in there!”
“I didn't think it mattered.”
“Go get the bottle,” I said through clenched teeth.
“I’ll go help him,” said Ginnifer. She took off before I could say anything else.
“You know, if you wanted to get to know me, you could've just asked.” He smirked.
“This isn't funny.” I glared. “The shoot is ruined.”
“Good job, everyone! This was the best shoot by you girls by far,” Nell said. He was looking at his camera while he was walking away from us. "That's a wrap. Head back to the modeling building when you're through!"
Aberly was laughing, her face turning cherry red, the redness even able to be seen with her olive skin.
Tracie came over. “Oh my dear...," she laughed.
“Will you go find out what's taking them so long?” I asked.
“Sure,” Tracie said.
“You know, this is a great way for me to get to know you," he said.
“Will you just-”
“Let's play twenty questions,” he said, as if I wasn't even in the middle of talking.
“Question one!” he said, stepping closer. “Favorite color?” he asked. “Band? Food?”
I didn't say anything.
“Fine. Do you have siblings?” he asked.
“Four older brothers.”
“Wow! Bet dating was hard,” he joked.
“You have no idea,” I laughed.
Before he could say anything else, Luke was back with Ginnifer.
“Okay, here.” Luke passed me the glue.
I read the label. “I’ve never heard of this kind of glue before...," I said.
“Looks like you're stuck with me. I sleep on the right side of the bed, by the way.”
I rolled my eyes.
It took an hour of us trying stuff. I was starting to think I was going to be stuck with him and his flirty comments for rest of my life, but finally I- well, we- got free.
“Thank God!” I said rubbing my arm where he was just stuck at.
“I wasn't that bad!” He smirked.
“Goodbye," was all I said before I headed home. I didn't say bye to the girls or the guys, just him. There was something about Michael that got under my skin.
A few hours later, there was a knock at my door.
“Ginny, if that's you…” My voice trailed off when I saw Michael there. “Oh… what are you doing here?”
“I wanted to say sorry… If I was rude today.” said Michael. His accent was stronger when he talked soft.
“Thanks.” I was surprised, but I wouldn't show it.
“Could I take you to dinner, to make up for it?” he asked.
“A date?” I said.
“No, just two people having dinner who spent hours being glued together.” He grinned.
A small smile slipped across my face. “Sure, but it's not a date,” I said, giving him my number before closing the door.
(Written By KayCee K.)