Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-35775904-20190222213128/@comment-37150451-20190718112747

Here you go guys. And sorry this is so short. It's just a little Michla section (good luck DSL *smirks)

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Isla

Life has gone too quickly for my liking.

For example, more battles, more (bad) news and even more has been arriving too quickly.

But the one thing everyone seems to have forgotten, including me, was that this month was nearly finished. It all happened too fast. And—

Actually, you all most probably still don’t know what I’m talking about.

OK well, anyone remember weeks ago, when Michael, maybe friend maybe more than friend, found out he was a descendant of Great Hiccup and Astrid, Jeremy found out he was a descendant too? Remember when the Chief announced that after a month of training Michael and Jeremy would fight for the throne?

Yeah, well, that months’ time is nearly up.

I’m pretty sure…

“Hey, Katina, what’s the date?” I called from the couch to Katina, who was sitting at the table eating breaky.

Katina stopped eating and thought for a while. “I have no idea…” she said thoughtfully. “Holy Thor, I forgot…”

“Huh, same. There is a calendar here, right?”

“There should be.”

Luckily, Aidan was arriving into the kitchen, so I quickly asked, “Hey, mate, there’s a calendar there, isn’t there? Mind checking? I’ve forgotten the date.”

“Sure.” Aidan checked around the kitchen, but after a moment, he said in surprise, “Out of everything we have in here, we don’t seem to have a calendar.”

“Whaaat?” I gasped dramatically. “How can we not have a calendar?!”

Aidan snorted. “I do not know. I’m guessing you wanted to know when the month is over for Michael and Jeremy to fight for the throne?”

“You read my mind,” I said, yawning.

“Well, the month is ought to end soon,” Katina pointed out. “You think Michael is ready?”

I sighed and looked out of the window, watching Michael feed and play with Shade. I noticed him tripping a couple of times, and each time glared at his thigh.

Not realizing I haven’t answered Katina, I continued staring at Michael and Shade play.

Aidan broke the silence. “Do you think Jeremy would want to still go for Chief? Or Michael?” he asked.

That was true. “I’ll have to ask Michael and Jeremy that.” I’ll ask Jeremy when I have a chat with Jon Haddock, Michael’s father, or also know as ‘git’ by Michael.

Oh that reminds me, I better go have a chat with Jon now.

“Well, I better go take Inferno for a flight.” I stood up, yawned again and stretched. I’ve been so tired lately…

“What else are you going to do?” Aud had entered too, and was leaning on the wall, smirking.

I laughed. “No, Aud, I’m not going to go create more Michla for you to fangirl about.”

Aud groaned. “Boring,” she muttered while grabbing an apple. I just laughed.

Before leaving the clubhouse, I stopped by Michael. “Hey,” I said. “Just gonna go to patrol.”

“Oh, OK, sure… You need—”

“No, Michael. I don’t need help. You play with Shade. It’s adorable, mate.” I smirked, and playfully and gently nudged his shoulder.

Michael grinned. “Sounds good.”

“I better go before Inferno starts playing too, and when that happens, he ain’t gonna stop.”

“OK, milady. Just be careful.”

“OK, over-protective dad.”

Michael laughed. “Aww, now that isn’t fair.” He winced as he struggled to his feet. Luckily, I was quick enough to stop him from falling back over. “Oof… thanks. Can’t stop falling over, you know?” He chuckled. “Milady,” he teased.

“You have a messed up leg. Of course you can’t stop falling over, over-protective dad.”

Michael rolled his eyes. “Seriously though, you can’t blame me from being over-protective of you when I’m —”

Whatever he was going to say was interrupted by a fangirl scream (We didn’t even have to guess, it was obviously Aud), from the bushes.

“Uh, let’s pretend that didn’t happen and she isn’t there…” Michael sighed and dropped his voice to a whisper. “You can’t blame me from being over-protective of you when I’m in love with you.”

There it is. The words that always catch me off guard. Even though I knew how Michael felt about me, that one word ‘love’… love… it always seems to make me nervous, to make me unsure.

I was never planning on getting a boyfriend. Yes, you heard me, you Michla fans, I’m calling Michael a boyfriend. Well, sort of boyfriend, I guess.

Single Pringle… that was the plan, being a Single Pringle. I always thought that being single would mean that I would be free, with no stress.

But the more I thought about it, the more my opinion on it is changing. How could I be free when I’ll be alone? How can I be with someone I love but not be free?

I do love Michael. I have told him that, but I never knew if I loved him enough to be with him. You know, to be with him for the rest of my life.

Do I love him as a best friend or more than a friend?

Crying for hours after your ‘best friend’ gets kidnapped, dancing with him, being with him, saying you love him…

Yeah, I think I love him like he loves me.

Before I knew it, he was slowly moving closer to me, his face inching closer to mine. He was obviously nervous, but I knew he wanted to do it.

You know what I mean, guys, I mean he wanted to kiss me.

It’s your dream come true, Aud, I thought. With no surprise, Aud has now rose from the bushes, screeching like a bird and slowly flapping her arms…like a bird.

Any second, it will happen, any second now. But I was nervous as heck. I had no idea what to do. I don’t know how to kiss properly. I don’t even know if I wanted to do this.

But I didn’t even realize that I quickly but quietly whispered, “I can’t do this.” And then I was off. Onto Inferno. In the sky. Away from a surprised Aud and a devasted Michael, and a glorious opportunity centimetres away from my lips.

-That happened...

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