The one and only Rachel Barbra Berry. I go to NYU. Musical Theatre major.
One day, I'm going to be a Broadway actress. You'll see.
I really like Barbra Streisand.
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I really like Barbra Streisand.
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When Rachel cuddled closer to him, he wrapped his arms around her frame, interlocking his fingers together to let her know that he was here for her and he wasn’t going anywhere any time soon. When Zuko barked, Mike jumped slightly, sighing through his nose. He raised his head, watching Rachel kiss the top of his head, causing a small smile form on his lips. “Zuko, buddy, you got to stop doing that.” He shook his head for a moment before feeling eyes on him. He looked at Rachel, the same smile still plastered to his face. “I’m unreal? I see. Well, you’re welcome, but I haven’t really done anything.” He laughed a little before kissing her forehead.
Mike relaxed back into the bed, his eyes becoming fixated on the beige colored ceiling. He had no idea how he stumbled upon finding a girl like Rachel. He thought that the girl in his arms was amazing and beautiful. He was really surprised that no one had stolen her heart and kept it. He was just glad that he was getting the opportunity to treat her like the lady that she deserves to be treated as. He moved his hand to his stomach as it growled. “Well, are you hungry?” He chuckled a little, shaking his head.
Rachel decided to lay there and listen to Mike’s heartbeat as it thumped and thumped away. It made her smile that, as the minutes passed, his heartbeat would speed up or lower gradually. For example, every time she kissed him anywhere, it would speed up, and if she kissed his lips, it would slow down for a few seconds. She experimented and kissed his lips again, a little deeper than their first few kisses, but still compassionate and somewhat gentle. She looked up into his eyes and grinned, ignoring Zuko’s obnoxious barking for attention. “You may not see it, Mikey, but I do. You’re pretty amazing,” she poked his chest with her little finger and laughed.
She heard his stomach make yelps of hunger, and sat up suddenly. “Not particularly, but I can make us something, if you want. Or we can cook together,” she stood and combed her fingers through her hair for a few seconds before holding her hand out for Mike to take as he stood beside her. Everything had happened so fast; first they were friends, and then they were dating, and she was rapidly enjoying his presence.
