Dedicated, to: @milliscoot
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Me and Michael went down to the pool with Mick and Janice, who were still trying to track down Madge.
We play a game, how many times do Mick and Janice fight? It's quite easy, but it's difficult to keep up with. "Michael, will you give me a hand?" "What do you need help with?" "An umbrella. I'm not sitting in the bloody sun all day."
He laughed, but got up to help. We went and grabbed an unused one at the other end of the pool, and brought it back to my sun bed. Before I had even a chance to look at it, I was shoved into the pool. "BLOODY HELL MICHAEL!" I grabbed his ankle and dragged him in with me. "Jesus Christ (Y/n)!" He said, huffing as he shoved his hair out of his face. We looked each other in the eyes, knowing what the other was thinking. Right before we had come on his holiday, we had binge-watched many videos of WWE moves, so we were more than happy: to try them out.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he tried to flip, beneath the water, so he could take out my ankles - but he failed, and I climbed onto his shoulders; prepared to lean back, and take him right into the water. But before I could, Mick piped up. "Oi, you two- go and get us a beer, would you?" He said, putting his hands behind his head, in relaxation. "Fine." We both grumbled, climbing out.
We trudged over to the bar, and a barman who's name tag, said: 'Mateo' walked over to us. "I can help yous?" "Dos cervezas y dos zumos de naranja, por favor." ["Two beers, and two orange juices, please."] I said to him, as Michael looked at me gobsmacked. "I actually pay attention in Spanish, Mikey." I rolled my eyes. "¿Español?" ["Spanish?"] Mateo asked me, seeming just as surprised as Michael, to be honest. "Sí, lo crea o no, no soy tan incompetente como algunas de las personas de aquí." ["Yes, believe it or not, i'm not as incompetent as some of the people around here."] I said, simply; smiling sweetly at him. "Subiendo, madame." ["Coming right up, Madame."] He bowed, joking,y: and I laughed at the man, behind the bar. "Are you going to tell me any of that conversation?" Michael asked me, as I shook my head; ending the chat, right then, and there.
"Sus bebidas, señorita." ["Your drinks, Miss."] Mateo said, handing me the tray over the counter. "Gracias, Mateo!" ["Thanks, Mateo!"] I said kindly, taking the tray in my hands. "¿Va a ser este tu pedido habitual?" ["Is this going to be your regular order?"] He asked, quirking an eyebrow. "No a menos que puedas agregarle vodka. estamos aquí por un tiempo." ["Not unless you can spike it with vodka. we're here for a while."] I joked, and he nodded: agreeing with me.
I walked back to the adults, while Michael looked at Mateo. "Don't let go of that one, Gravy." He said to him. "What?" Michael asked, confused. "If she speaks Spanish, she's a keeper." Mateo advised. "Haven't you had like... four? Wives?" Michael asked the 'charmer'. "Aye, we are talking about you here. Not me, sir!" He said, as Michael walked away; replaying the scene in his mind.
Sorry it's short! But the next one will be important!
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Michael Garvey x reader (ON HOLD)
Fanfiction(Y/n) (L/n) and Michael Garvey have been best friends for as long as they can remember. Michael's parents have taken (Y/n) on holiday with them, for a friend for Michael. But somewhere along the way, a relationship blossoms.
