"Momma. Can we ask over Michael for Thanksgiving?" you ask your mother while she prepares different foods in the kitchen.

"Sure honey, just be sure to go over and ask." With that you rush out your front door and skip over to the Nesmith resident. You walk through the door and see only Aunt Kate.

"Why hello, Ms. Kate!" you greet.

"Oh, (Y/N)! What a surprise! What are you doing here?" she asks with a smile upon her face. You tense up. You knew what you were going to ask but would she think it was weird?

"Well, I was wondering if Michael could come over to my house for dinner."

"My, I am so glad you asked! I am going to a friend's home and that would've left him all alone. Whenever he wakes up I'll tell him about our invitation." You wondered why he would still be sleeping when he's usually up so early but Aunt Kate clarified that he had a rough night.

-

You hear a knock on your door and yell, "I'll get it!" You open the door to see Michael. You step aside which allowed him to enter.

"Uh, hi, (Y/N)." he says looking down at his feet. You didn't say anything but just gave a slight nod. You were so uncomfortable. He was your crush and your always nervous around him. Your throat always gets dry and your palms get sweaty.

You rush to the kitchen. Your mother hasn't moved her location all day. She has officially cooked all the food she can. All of it from turkey and ham, to green beans and cranberry sauce, to pumpkin and cherry pies. Your mouth waters at the sight. You couldn't wait to have a taste of everything.

"(Y/N), could you help me bring everything out?" your mother asks and you do as she asks. You don't see Michael once you walk out of the kitchen to the table. You really hope he didn't run out.

"Momma, I'm gonna go to my room real quick. It won't take long." you say as you rush up the stairs. You freeze when you realize that he was in your room.

"What are you doing?!" you freak out. He was looking at a section of your wall of all your special memories. It had memories such as dance competitions and special vacations.

"These all you?" he simply asks.

"Yeah. Is that a problem?"

"Not at all, I just think you're very talented. Maybe afterwords I can ask you about all of this."

"Uh, yeah, sure. Just come downstairs because dinner is ready." You lead him to the staircase before rushing back to your room and locking the door. You walk over to your memory wall and brush your fingers over all the images that were attached to it. You sigh, forgetting what you were originally going to do.

-

After your dinner feast, you lead Michael to the front door to show him out. You just smile at him, scared that if you spoke you would say the wrong thing.

"I had a nice time." He smiles.

"I'm glad. Maybe I should have more events so you could come over more often." You joke, but those were your true thoughts.

"Maybe you should, I'm free anytime." And with that he leaves out the door.

A/N: Happy Thanksgiving!