Yearly || Clifford

out of place 2.3

Michael Clifford

It's our eight month anniversary today.

Eight months.

Yet I feel as though I have known Zoe my whole life.

She's perfect in every conceivable way.

And I want to prove it.

I know that seems stupid.

And I know I said I wanted to wait, but goddamn I love her.

"Mike?" Zoe snapped her fingers in my face, "Love, what do you want to eat?"

We were sitting in a super nice restaurant in the heart of Chicago. Zoe was in an off-white dress with lace sleeves and my god she is so beautiful.

To be completely honest, I haven't even looked at the menu, I just looked at Zoe.

"Oh, um, I'll have a, uh," I stumbled glancing quickly over the menu. I felt so out of place here. My hair looked awful and I was totally in need of dying it again. And my leather jacket was amid sports coats.

"Would you like me to come back in a minute, sir?" The waitress said in a bored tone.

"No, no, I'll have a, a steak, please." I stuttered out.

"Sir, what kind of steak?"

Crap, "Oh, um, a filet?" Thats steak, right?

The waitress sighed, "How would you like that cooked?"

"Uh, medium?"

"Great." She took our menus and left.

Zoe tisked and took a sip of her wine, "That lady was so salty."

I gazed at her, perplexed, "Salty?"

She laughed, "Salty is like sassy."

"It is?" I asked super confused, "Since when? Why?"

"I don't know. Michael, it's just a saying."

"A stupid saying." I mumbled.

My girlfriend took a deep intake of breath, "Mikey, let's move on, yeah?"

"Yeah. Okay."

Turns out when you order something medium, it means the meat is red in the middle. Since that freaked me out, Zoe yelled at me to stop being a baby and then to prove I wouldn't die she had to take a bite.

And when she did she moaned.

And oh my god it was so hot.

So I shifted uncomfortably and took a bite of my potatoes.

Our small table was quiet, only the scrapes of knifes and forks made a sound. Zoe set her utensils down with a light clank, "Michael, when are we going to have sex?"

I sputtered on the wine I was drinking, "What? Why?"

My girlfriend shrugged, "I was just thinking about it, ever since I was talking to Calum yesterday and,"

"Nothing ever good comes from talking to Calum." I groaned loudly, earning a look from the couple next to us.

Zoe laughed a little but continued, "Anyway, I was talking to Cal, and he said last year you were quite the player."

"Yeah well I like to change my life every year." Zoe laughed, little did she know, I was being completely serious.

The blonde tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, "Well, Mike, I think I'm ready."

"For dessert? I'm full, but you can,"

"No, Mikey," She cut me off, "I mean I'm ready. To have sex."

"Right now?" I asked slack-jawed.

"No, not right now." She sighed, "Like tonight."

"Oh um, yes, uh," I flagged down our waitress, "Can we have the check?"

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I'm awful. My hair is awful. My mind is awful. I'm an awful person.

I had sex.

And it was awful.

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(AN HEY
IM BACK

faith)