fate :: clifford [discontinued]

Chapter 6

(A/N: guys please read the authors note at the end,, it's important)

Autumn's POV

The next song came on. I continued to stare at my ceiling, expecting absolutely nothing. I sprawled my hands out and reached them to the back of my head to slightly prop it. I let my legs dangle wherever they wished. This was a good way to waste my afternoon. I mean, what other way would I spend it? There wasn't exactly another option available. Hang out with friends? Ha, I make myself laugh.

I quietly sang the lyrics of the song "A Love Like War," by All Time Low while tapping my fingers to the beat against my leg. I unconsciously cracked my knuckles and rolled my ankles. After so long of sitting and doing so many things (note the sarcasm), I started to loose feeling in them.

The next song played, and the next, and the next. When the first chorus of Blink182's 'Dammit' started up, I walked over to where my phone was (after stretching). I paused the song, and stood staring blankly outside the window. I watched the trees dance along with the wind, and the birds glide across the air. I didn't know why I walked over here, paused my music or even bothered to look outside. But I want to at least get up and do something.

I walked over to my closet, which I swung open the door and started shuffling through the shirts. I picked out a dark blue see through blouse along with a white tank top. I walked over to my dresser and took out a folded pair of dark blue jeans. I rip off my pajamas (that I didn't bother changing out of hours ago) and threw on the new outfit. After doing so, I made my way to the bathroom and took out all of the supplies that would make my face ready for going out.

A few minutes went by when I realized I was absolutely starving.

My stomach rumbled once, which made me unconsciously hit it. When it rumbled again, I rolled my eyes and simply told it to shut up, expecting that it would listen.

Well, it didn't.

"Stop it!" I yelled, punching it one last time. An excruciating pain started running up and down and around the knots in my stomach. I winced in pain, clutching it, and bent my knees to become leveled with the floor. "Oui!" I screamed, stretching the 'I' longer than I should have. It probably made me sound like a murderer person that just got shot straight in the stomach.

After a few minutes of dealing with the wild pains and lathering my face with some light make up, I walked down to the kitchen. I opened the freezer and took out two sets of Eggo Mini Waffles, popped them into the toaster that I plugged in and took a seat at the table. I rested my head in my right hand that was propped up with the help of the table while my other dangled beside my waste. I stared out with window, just watching everything taking place when I suddenly hear a loud pop.

My waffles!

I hurry over to the toaster and take my burnt breakfast out. I let out a disappointed sigh and muttered a barely audible "crap," under my breathe. I felt bad for the poor waffle, burning it is basically food abuse.

I reached inside the cupboard and pulled out a cup while simultaneously grabbing a fork out of the silverware drawer with my foot. Impressive, right?

"Hashtag skills."

I jumped backwards on my one foot at the sudden words of the one and only Michael, somehow managing to keep everything in my hands (and feet). I rolled my eyes and laughed at how scared I got, just to be greeted by the one who lives inside of me. Wow, okay. That didn't come out right at all, but you know what I'm saying.

"You scared me, Michael," I laugh, rolling the 'L'. I start to walk out of the kitchen and towards the living room. "Might I add, again."

"Sorry," he says bluntly, "but that was good. How long have you been doing that?"