Right Place, Right Time {Michael Clifford}

7. A Tragic Story

-Cylan-

I pull my hair up into a messy ponytail, as Geordie and I move our writing session outside. "It's a beautiful day out, there's no sense and not basking in it." She claims. I'm quite alright with staying inside. Hiding from the real world.

I don't know what, I feel a little strange because of Michael. Not in a bad way, just that I don't know what he thinks about me. There are moments where it feels like he really likes me, and then the others, he is shoving me in a closet to hide me from his bandmates. It makes me wonder if he even likes me because if he knew they had a meeting, why would he schedule us to be shot down?

"I'm in the mood for a good ballad, yeah?" Geord suggests. "Maybe about being about getting pushed over time and time and finally having enough of it. Kind of like getting stood up for someone else over and over." She explains.

My head starts to feel woozy as I think about Michael standing me up so he could hang out with another girl. One who is prettier and much more appealing. "Hello? What do you think?" She waves the pencil in front of my face.

"Sorry, what did you say?" I mutter, trying to get the image of Michael with another girl out of my mind.

"I read off some lyrics I had written down but you were off in space." She knows. She can tell that I'm not feeling the best mentally, so now she is going to blurt out a million questions all at once. "Well, we don't have to do this today if you aren't up to it." I feel my mouth slightly open as I'm surprised at how she didn't try to pry into my love life. If you could even call it that.

"No. I just need to clear my mind for a little bit. Do you mind going on a walk around the block?" I ask, not wanting to be by myself. She quickly nods at my request, and picks herself up off the concrete.

We both start on down the street, towards the area where everyone goes. The pier. I have absolutely loved living right here, near the pier. The little shops, food, and better yet, the Atlantic Ocean. Most wouldn't peg me as the beach-loving girl but a bit of sand between my toes makes me so relaxed. "So do you want to tell me how your lunch went yesterday or do I have to hear it from Lainey?" Geordie giggles. She went on about how Lainey pranced all around the apartment, announcing that I went to lunch with a member of 5sauce.

"It went really well," I pause, thinking over the idea of explaining the closet and breakfast. "but the strange part is that he shoved me in a closet to hide us from the guys and then he made plans to go breakfast this morning but mysteriously had a meeting and had to cancel." I mumble.

I can't stand it when people feed me bullshit about how a guy really likes me. All it does is add to my feelings for the guy, and honestly it makes the situation ten times worse when he doesn't like me. That's why I hate telling anyone about my relationships because they lie straight through their teeth.

"That's shitty, isn't it? I would lie and say that he just doesn't want them to know how much he likes you but I don't know that. That'd only make you inflate with air instead of love." Geord states, kicking a pebble out of her way.

"Do you think he really has a meeting?" I slowly ask.

Geordie simply shrugs, and purses her lips in thought. "The only way to find out is to go to their house. If Liz answers, I can say that you thought you left something in there. I'll go in case it's one of the guys." She smirks, proud of her genius plan. I send her a devious grin, and drag her in the direction of their place.

Once we reach the bottom of their massive hill, Geordie just stands there and gapes. "I have to walk up that?" She huffs. I happily nod, and start our path up the hill. I can already hear her muttering underneath her breath on how she should've just told me to stick with a phone call or text.