You both got into his car and drove to his house to get changed. He was wearing a red shirt, red jeans, white socks with black loafers, and a red and black jacket.

You were wearing a poofy poodle skirt and a white top.

He walked in his bedroom and admired you. You were twirling around in the mirror, not paying attention to him standing behind you. He walked slowly towards you before putting his hands on your waist suddenly. You gasped and he laughed.

"Don't you look lovely tonight. If any werewolf puts his paws on you, he'll have to face these paws! RAWR!", Michael said, while curling his hands and snarling.

You laughed uncontrollably at his remark and hugged him. He hugged you tighter and rubbed your back. You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck. His hand still held you close to him while the other one snaked down your back over your bottom. He squeezed your butt and you jumped. Before you could react, he sprinted out of the room through the house, with his long legs.

You followed him out of the house and down the unfamiliar street corner before you stopped midway. "Michael? Where are you?" Your undecided footsteps carried you towards the only beacon of hope: a street light. You felt a cold hand on your waistband and squinted, so you wouldn't have to turn around. "Mike?"

More in part three..