Matthew's POV

With help from Becky, I was able to create the perfect date for Michael and I. He's going to love it. I pick up my cell and text Michael.

Put on something really nice. I want to take you out for dinner.

A few seconds later, I get a response,

Sounds wonderful, baby. Where should I meet you?

I'll come to your place. What's your address?

He texts me his address. I want to make this night very romantic. I put on a suit with a bow tie. I grab my wallet and head out the door. Before I go to Michael's apartment, I stop at a flower shop. I walk up to the saleswoman and say,

"Hi, I want to set the mood for my date and I'm not quite sure which flower to get. "

She nods and says, "The red roses will set the mood for any date. "

I smile and say, "Alright, I'll take those. "

As she grabs the best ones she has, she says,

"She'll love these. "

I pay for the flowers and say, "He sure will. "

I watch her smile slowly disappear. Steve warned me that this woman was painfully homophobic. But she's the closest shop from my apartment. I smile at her once more and leave the shop.

I smell the roses. Michael will love these.

I make it to Michael's building and I head upstairs. Before I can knock on his door, his neighbor, an old lady, opens her door and glares at me. I could smell the cats in her apartment from here. Her hair is all messed up as if she just woke up. She has a few moles on her face. She's hunched over and she has a cane. She snarls,

"I don't want any loud noises, ya hear? "

I nod from fear. She glares at me once more, then slams her door shut. That was..scary. I gently knock on Michael's door. He opens it and says,

"Hi- "

I quickly shush him and go inside. I say, "I've been warned to be quiet. "

He seems confused at first, but then giggles and says, "You met Miss Viola Swamp. "

That sounds familiar, then it hits me. I ask, "Isn't that the witchy substitute from the children's book Miss Nelson is Missing? "

Michael giggles and nods. He says, "She doesn't know who that is so I get away with calling her that. It's all in good nature. "

I think I just fell in love with him.
I smile and say, "I thought she was going to beat me with that cane. "

He giggles again, then notices the roses. I smile and say,

"These are for you. "

He blushes and says, "They're beautiful. "

I hand them to him. He smells them. He smiles and says,

"These smell amazing. "

I kiss him gently and say, "I'm glad you like them. Come on, now time for the surprise. "

He asks, "May I take these with me? "

I say, "Of course. They're yours, Michael. "

He blushes and wraps his arm in mine. We leave his apartment and head out the building. As we walk, Michael says,

"Matthew, this suspension is killing me. Where are we going? "

I bite my bottom lip and smile. I say,

"You'll see, baby. "

He blushes and jokes, "You better not kill me. "

I laugh and say sarcastically, "I would never. "

He says, "Don't play, Matthew. "

I laugh and poke his side, causing him to laugh. I say,

"Why would I kill such a sexy man? I love looking at you. "

Michael blushes and says, "Keep talking like that and you just might earn yourself some sweet dessert. "

My eyes widen and I say, "Michael, I've never heard you talk dirty before. "

He shakes his head and blushes. I bite my bottom lip and say,

"I like it. "

He looks away from me. I know he's blushing. I laugh. As we turn the last corner, Michael looks up at the building. He's confused. He asks,

"Why are we back at your apartment? "

I slyly smile and say, "You'll see Michael. "

We head inside to the elevator. I press 7, the top floor. The doors open, I lead Michael to the stairs to the roof. I open the door to the roof and let Michael go first.

There's this old small garden house on the top of my building. It's abandon, so with the help of Becky, I cleaned it up and strung up white lights. Michael slowly walks inside the garden house. I follow close behind.

In the middle of the small garden house is a table with a red cloth over it. There are two candles on the table. Plates are set, the red wine is on ice, and I have soft music in the background.

Michael turns to me with tears in his eyes. I immediately start thinking I did something wrong, but I'm reassured when he says,

"This is beautiful, Matthew. You are quite the romantic. "

I smile and say, "I want to sweep you off your feet. "

He blushes and says, "You're too good to me. "

I smile and say, "I'm not good enough. "

He shakes his head and says, "Trust me. I've never been treated this way before. "

I take his hand gently and lead him to one of the seats. I say,

"Well, I want you to get used to this. "

He blushes. I kiss his hand gently, our fingers slowly separate. Michael seems to be in a trance. I smile and sit down. I say,

"I hope you like what I made. "

He lifts the top off his plate, revealing the spaghetti and garlic bread. Michael smiles and says,

"Looks delicious. "

I smile and grab the red wine out of the ice bucket. I use a corkscrew to open the wine. I'm instantly hit with the sweet smell of the wine. I smile and pour Michael some first, then me.

He takes his glass and sips it. He says, "Wow. That's sweet. "

I ask, "Is it too sweet? I can go get a- "

"No, no, Matthew, its perfect. I love sweet. "

I blush and take a sip of the wine. Wow, he's right. It is sweet. As we eat, I study him. He has a perfect jawline, beautiful brown eyes, a gorgeous smile.

He has a small cute nose. I know he's had a nose job, but he looks perfect. He's probably a perfectionist. I'll find out later.

After we eat and chat a bit, I stand and hold out my hand.

"May I have this dance? "

He blushes and nods. He puts his hand in mine. He gets up. I slowly lead him away from the table.

I put my hand on his waist. He puts his hand on my shoulder. We start to slow dance. I smile and say,

"You look beautiful tonight. "

He bites his bottom lip. I smile and pull him closer. My hands are on his waist and lower back. Michael wraps his arms around my neck. I feel him messing with the ends of my hair.

I kiss him gently. Then again, and again, and again. Michael let's out a soft moan. I smirk and ask,

"Getting hot, Michael? "

He blushes and hides his face in my chest. I laugh. I lick my lips and ask,

"Are you cool with getting wet? "

Michael raises his head fast and asks, "What?! "

I laugh and let go of him. I say,

"Not sexually. "

I grab two super soakers, hidden behind the radio, and say,

"Wanna play? "

His eyes light up and say, "Yes! "

I hand him one and say, "You have five seconds to hide, baby. "

He giggles and runs off. I shout, so he can hear me,

"5...4...3...2...1... Let the games begin! "

I pump the gun, ready to fire. I say,

"Here I come, Mikey boy! "