Disparity // clifford

maroon

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/hanna/

the colour of his car

he didn't drive much, but when he did, it was always on some form of road trip.

there was this one time when we drove all the way to blackpool during the summer, and it was potentially one of my favourite memories with him.

we spent most of that day going through the seaside-town and walking along the sea-front. we went on the infamous central-pier and did cliche things like riding the ferris wheel and kissing when we got to the top, and he even won a cuddly toy for me in a claw-machine.

we then went to 'pleasure beach', and went on all of the rollercoasters. mikey kept laughing at me for screaming but i'd just elbow him in the side and he soon shut up.

we bought toffee apples and had fish and chips on the beach and watched the sunset in the horizon. it was so beautiful and as we sat there, holding hands with my head on his shoulder, i realised how lucky i was to have this amazing person in my life.

"i love you mikey." i whispered, and he moved his head so he could look at me.

"i love you too hanna, more than anything."

after that day, he started driving less and less, his social anxiety seriously began to effect him and it got to the point where he couldn't leave the house anymore. i was so worried for him, but everytime i asked if he was ok, he assured me he was fine before changing the topic. 

one day we were snuggled up on the couch, i was the big spoon and he was the little one as we watched a movie. i couldn't stop running my fingers through his messy hair, and i started to find myself grinning like an idiot, wondering how i got so lucky.

"you're so perfect mikey." i whispered into his ear, and he awkwardly turned over so he was facing me. we're damn lucky that the sofa is huge otherwise he would've fallen off. 

"no i'm not" he insisted, but didn't look me in the eye. instead he looked down at our intertwined hands.

"yes. you are." i grin, before i reached up and pushed his chin so he was looking up at me, and i kissed him softly. 

"no i'm not hanna, i have millions of flaws." he sighed, before beginning to count his flaws on his fingers.

all i could think is how someone so incredibly perfect could hate every ounce of their being when i couldn't find a single flaw. 

"michael gordan clifford, you look at me right now. you are perfect. so fucking perfect. i am so in love with you and we live together and if you had any flaws i would see them by now but i don't because you're just perfect. please just trust me mikey." i beg, and all he can do is stare at me, as if i'm this amazing being who let him in on the biggest secret in the world.

"i love you too you noob" he chuckles before kissing me hard.