The Time I Met You [A Micheal Clifford story]

CHAPTER 8 EMMA.

"About what?" He asks.

"Are we a couple now?" I am starting to regret we are having this conversation. Why did I ask that question in the first place.

"Yeah, I guess."

"Cool."

Calum barges in with everyone else.

"Michael and Emma sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" he yells at the top of his lungs.

"Shut up. Besides, I thought you were sick,"

"So, how's the new couple do'n?"

"Were you guys easdropping?" I ask.

"Possibly," Luke replies.

"Anyways, where the heck is Ashton?"

"I don't know,"Calum replies in his "sick" voice.

"Tada!"Ashton yells. I peer out of the window. He's standing there. Right outside the window. Then, he falls.

We all rush downstairs to see him on the ground, with a ladder on the right beside him. He isn't moving, but we are all laughing. He finally gets up.

"It's not funny"

"Yeah. It is. Really funny," I say in between laughs.

Once they all leave after a day of nothing. Michael and I have time alone. We go to a restaurant and ditch his mom. We have our second date, and it could not have gone better. After a romantic dinner, we take a stroll on the beach and start splashing each other. Once we get home, we are both pooped and go straight to bed, ignoring his mother.

Upstairs, we both get ready for bed. He sleeps on my air mattress, stealing half of it.

"I love you," he whispers into my ear.

"I love you too," I whisper in reply, and we both fall into a deep sleep.