Imagine 18: How You Met💙 (Michael) Pt. 6

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Pairing: Y/N x Michael

Summary: *Y/N is at the boardwalk, when she overhears Michael asking for a job*


*Y/N's POV*

Another beautiful day on the boardwalk.
My parents ask why do I come here so consistently, but deep down, reasons why are because I like the atmosphere.
I side step around some teens who are my age, and head towards the games booth area, to see if I can score a stuffed toy today.
Along the way, I overhear a voice.
"Are there any jobs around here?"
"Nothing legal," someone else says.
Curiousness has me turn, only to see someone who 1: I've never seen before, and 2: someone who is EXTREMELY cute, and handsome.
I stand there watching, only to see the stranger slowly turn to walk away.
Instinct has me running towards him.
"Hey! Wait up!"
He turns, and now I'm face to face with his brown eyes, brown hair, broad chest and shoulders along with a GREAT face shape.
I gulp nervously. "M- my dad owns a mechanic shop downtown, if you're looking for a job," I say, "he pays well, he's super nice, and if that bike over there has any issues, we'll fix it for free."
I nod towards the moterbike tied on a trailer.
He stares at me for a moment, before he grins a little.
"Sounds nice," he says, "I'll think about it."
"Great!"
"What's your name?" he asks, slipping his hands in his pockets.
"Y/N," I reply, "and yours?"
"I'm Michael," he smiles, nodding towards a woman and younger boy. "We just moved here."
"Oooh, nice," I smile, "I've lived here my whole life, so I know this place like the back of my hand."
He chuckles a little. "Well, that'll come in handy in case I need you."
My cheeks must be bright pink.
For a moment, were silent, until he asks.
"Any way I can contact you? For the job?"
"Oh! yeah," I yank a pen and paper from the booth standing beside me, and write down my home number.
"Here you go," I hand it to him.
"Thanks Y/N," he nods towards his family. "I gotta go, but I'll give you a call sometime."
"Okay!" I wave, "bye!"
Soon, he's gone, and I'm running off, giggling like a fool knowing I might just have him around a lot.

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