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2:25 p.m.
I laughed, pulling my hair behind my ear, as Michael played with my fingers. He ran his index finger along the Palm of my hand and tapped his pinky on my wrist, making me giggle even more. Our legs were touching under the table and I'd stopped paying attention to my teacher after about two minutes of class. I've always been this strait A perfect student... it felt good to be distracted... to not worry about the long term effects.
"Look over there." He said, my eyes not leaving his. Even though I never looked away, he took my lemonade, drinking some. I scrunched up my nose and raised my eyebrows.
"Caroline... what the crap is this?!" He ask, taking another sip of my drink.
"Raspberry lemonade... Kerry swears she got tipsy on it once" I laughed, making him smile.
"Kerry? Tipsy? You've got some strange friends" He teased, his foot gently tapping mine.
"What about you? You've got Calum... don't even get me started on Calum" I joked, adjusting my hand in his.
"What's wrong with Calum?" He ask, a frown creeping onto his face. I mentally slapped myself. Calum is not a conversation I wanted to bring up. Especially since things are going so well with Michael.
"He's just kind of annoying sometimes... " I said, carefully choosing my words. He seemed to let it go, nodding in agreement.
The bell rang not to shortly after that. I prepared to go wait for Reagan to walk to Music with. Michael had told me once that he always liked to be the first one out of class. He said that he hated getting stuck in the crowded hallways and so he liked to get out before the other classes did. I'm the same way, I guess... but I always like to be the last person out of class so that I miss the wave of students. I usually go to Kerry's 7th period to say bye before going to Music with Reagan. So I was thoroughly surprised when I saw a red haired boy waiting outside our classroom door, not at all bothered by the passing teenagers.
"Want to walk to music with me?" He ask, as if it even had to be a question. I smiled at this change in personality. Usually I did stuff like this... text him first, be the one to suggest things, sit by him in classes. It was nice for him to try. I feel like he's been doing it a lot recently... trying.
"Sure"
We walked past a water fountain, where he stopped to drink some. It was located in a corner near a janitors closet that the janitors never used. Everyone calls this the kissing fountain because it's where all the couple's go when they want to be "alone". Otherwise it's the only place in the school without video cameras. I tried not to feel too awkward standing there alone with Michael. To be honest I don't think I've ever actually ever seen anyone drink from the kissing fountain.
"So... what's our duet going to be?" I ask, as we continued walking. He looked at me, confused.
"I mean... if we're still doing a duet... you don't have to" I stammered.
"Oh ya... um I don't know... " He said. I frowned, trying not to show how upset I was that he didn't say yes to the duet.
"There's a song that I've been really liking lately maybe we could do that" He said. Relief flushed through me.
"Okay... what's it called?" I ask, keeping my voice steady instead of excited. Please be anything but R&B... please be...
"Its called never say never... it's by a band named-"
"The Fray?! Michael, you like the fray?" I ask, no longer able to control my excitement. I love him... oh my God I love him.
"Ya... you like them too?"
Nooo. It's not like I have 25 posters, write fan-mail, and know every word to every song... oh wait...
"They're my favourite" I smiled.
"Well then never say never it is... we should practice when we get to music" He suggested
When we got to the room we sat in our usual seats and he put his arm around the back of my chair and I pretended I didn't notice. We played guitar and sang and laughed at stupid jokes. I love his jokes, especially the corny ones that made no sense. I love his eyes and his smile and way it feels when we touch. He just makes me feel giddy and he's always on my mind and-
"I'm leaving" He said, grinning as he wrapped his arm around my waist in a hug. I snaked my hands over his shoulders and around his neck, hugging back. He smelt good... too good.
"Byes" I whispered. It really is funny how fast someone can go from being a part of your life, to becoming it. I know everything has to end at some point, but for now I think I'm just going to live in the now. The extraordinary now of not looking at the future or the past.
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Hey guys! Sorry omg I forgot I had this chappy already done like three weeks ago! I thought I'd already published but I guess not...
Anywho... vote, comment, dm me so we can become besties and fangirl about bands and be punk hipsters together? Me best friends out of town so I miss her and I'm lonely...
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Fiksi PenggemarMichael Gordon Clifford. His eyes... I could stare into them forever. His smile... makes me want to melt into the floor. His hair... well don't even get me started on the hair. He's just perfect. There's only one problem.... He's the most oblivious...
