Trust

IV

When I wake up on Saturday morning, I am still in Michael's arms. He is all warm, with a bit of stubble on his chin. I slip out of his bed and go to the bathroom. I wash my face and pull out some of the knots in my hair with my fingers. When I plod back through Michael isn't there, so I guess he must be downstairs or on the loo or something. I walk downstairs and gather up all my school stuff from the living room before checking my phone. I have a load of messages from my mum but I can't be bothered to read them, because what's the point?

I go through to the kitchen to see who was there, if anyone, and find Michael. "Oh, hi." I say, chucking my bag back on the floor.

"Oh, you're not leaving are you?" Michael says, and the disappoint in his voice is evident.

"Sadly, I think I have to go home now. My parents will be waiting to kill me." I shrug with a sad smile on my face.

"Oh...that sucks. Of course, you could stay and spend the day with me.." He smirks.

"Oh, no, I'm sure your parents won't want me around." I put my bag on my shoulder and make to walk out.

"You won't be here! Calum, Ashton, Luke and I were gonna go to town today." He grins and he looks really genuinely happy. I can't help smiling back.

"Are you sure? You sure you want to see me again?" I say.

"I'd love to see you again." He realises how powerful these words are, particularly as we only met each other yesterday, and he panics. "I mean, it would be great but like you don't have to, because you probably have better stuff to do, you probably find me really annoying and weird and strange, like, because I guess I am ha ha but yeah it would be nice to see you, you're nice Lisa but go if you want I don't-"

"Michael!" I say, slightly freaked out. "Uh, it would be cool to see you later on. I'll come back in an hour." I say, speaking slowly so he can understand me.

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I go home and race upstairs before my parents can notice me, and have a ten minute shower before changing into some grey skinny jeans and a red flannel shirt. I also shove on a beige beanie, which I've had for ages but I still like it. Keeps my head warm, after all.

I put on some make-up (mascara, foundation, eyeliner) and pull on my huge black boots, brushing my teeth quickly. I run down the stairs and zip out of the door, grabbing my phone and purse as I go. My parents never even saw me. They were probably still asleep.

Michael's house is only about three streets away from mine and when I get to his house it's exactly an hour since I left before.

There is two cars parked outside Michael's house; one's a green fiesta, with 'L' plates on the front and back, and another is silver, a Peugeot estate car. Unless Michael has some kind of twin that I haven't met, he must be learning to drive. That's pretty awesome.

I knock on his front door and who I'm guessing is his dad answers it.

"Hi, Lisa! Come in, come in. Michael's been telling us all about you!" I smile and step inside. Has he really been telling them about me? We only met yesterday!

Once inside I see his mum at the stove, cooking something in a pan.

"Hello, Mrs um...Mrs..." I stutter as I realise I don't know her surname.

"Clifford," she tells me and I smile gratefully.

"Very nice to see you again." I shake her hand. What a sexy surname.

Michael suddenly appears in the doorway.

"Oh, Lisa, come through here." He gestures with his hand through to their living room and I walk through to where Luke and Calum are waiting. Only Curly left to come.