Chapter 19

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"Keely."

"Keely wakeup."

I groaned and rolled over accidently elbowing Michael in the ribs.

"Ouchiee..." He whined.

"I'm sorry Mikey, but why'd you wake me up at...FOUR IN THE MORNING?! MICHAEL GORDON CLIFFORD WHY!?"

"Shhhh stop yelling, and don't use my middle name pleaaaasssee."

I rolled my eyes, "Why'd you wake me up anyway?"

"Just get dressed."

"But-"

"It's a surprise." he said.

Damn it. I strongley dislike surprises. Like it could be a trip to the candy shop or a trip to your death bed with flames burning you in a pit of feiry. So yeah.

I sloppily walked over to my closet. Acually Michael's closet but mine now too. I threw on a black crop top that said 'New York' on it, and some dark wash high-waisted shorts. I put on my white Converse and brushed through my hair. After I brushed my teeth I wandered around to find Michael.

"Michael?" I whispered.

"Right here." He said coming from behind me.

"You look beautiful." He added.

I gave him a weird look, "I always look like this."

"I know. You always look beautiful." He smiled.

"Cheeky bastard." I said and kissed him.

"Well let's go."

•••

"Traffic sign."

"Flowers in the ditch."

"Car."

Michael and I were sitting in the car naming things that were yellow.

"I CAN'T WIN!" I yelled.

He laughed, "We should be here soon."

"WHERE!?" I asked.

"You'll see."

Michael and I left at 5am and now it's 8am. So we've been driving for three hours! I would never survive a road trip if I can't take three hours.

*Ting-Ting*

From: Mia the ninja^.^

He's so cute

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It was a picture of Mia and Luke. They were cuddling on his couch. Awe.

To: Mia the ninja^.^

Mia! Get some!

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I sent her a video of Michael singing 'American Idoit.'

"DON'T WANA BE AN AMERICAN IDOIT! DOW DON DOW DODO!"

I giggled at his guitar sounds.

"Mikey, you should stick to playing the guitar not making guitar noises."

"Did you record that?" He asked his eyes growing wide.

By this time I was full on laughing.

"Yeah! I sent it to Mia!"

"Oh thank God. I thought you like posted it on Instagram or something."

I went silent.

"YOU POSTED IT ON INSTAGRAM?!"

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