crash ↠ hood au.

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+ maegan

After Michael and I walked out of the front door of the house we have been sharing with Luke and Ashton, we wonder over to his car, which just so happened to be a Mini Cooper.  I find it rather hilarious that someone who is as punk rock as Michael Clifford actually drives a Mini Cooper.  You'd think he would have a fancy sports car, all black and shiny, but no.  Michael Gordon Clifford drives a Mini Cooper.

"Stop laughing at me," Michael had whined as I went with him when he bought said car.  

"Well, sorry, Mr. Mini Cooper, I just thought you'd end up with that Fisker Karma over there.  I don't know though, this kind of suits you," I had teased after I slowly recovered from the previous laughing fit I had, had.

"Hey, maybe these cars have feelings, too!" Michael argued.  He bent down to his new car and whispered to the window whilst stroking the handle gently. "It's okay, Cooper, don't listen to her.  She's a big bully."

"Am not!" I had fake scoffed before doubling over into yet another laughing fit due to the fact that he had actually talked to a car.  This so called punk rocker (he claimed to be the "punk rock-iest of all of the punk rockers) isn't so punk rock after all.

I opened the passenger side's door before slipping into the car, swiftly closing the door and putting on my seat belt.  Safety first, right?

Michael soon followed suit, getting into the car and closing his door before not-so-gracefully putting his seat belt on.  He put the keys into ignition and brought the car to life.  I winced and covered my ears as "Roam" by The Story So Far blasted through out the speakers.  Now, don't get me wrong- I love The Story So Far, but I just can't stand it this loud.  I mean, how can you drive?!  I frantically reach over to the stereo and turn the volume down to a minimum level and sigh in relief as I sink back into my seat.  I feel Michael's eyes on me and look at him through the corners of my eyes before sighing heavily through my nose.

"Can we go, now, please?  I'm ready to get this over with," I huff slightly, staring out the window as I spot a single daisy in the grass in front of our house.  Madison and I used to hunt for flowers when we were little, and then we would smash them in books.  That sounds a little reckless, but it was really fun.  I shake my head and rub my hands together slightly, making sweater paws out of the long sleeve I chose to wear to this double date.  I feel kind of bad for using Michael as a fake boyfriend.  I mean, why was I even doing it?  It just seems so pointless now.  I sighed and began to stare at the floor board of the car.

Michael was beginning to back up out of the driveway and was now on the road.  He told me that the restaurant was something called "The China Buffet."  I shake my head before pushing my bangs out of my face, singing the song that was playing through out the car's speakers in my head.

"Give up and go home, alone, and suffer some more.  This head of stone let's no one in anymore.  My effort is never enough.  I'll start unpacking all of my stuff, cause I've come to know my place, so let's wreck everything I've built except the base.  You have no idea how unproductive it is to fall in and out of you as often as I do.  And lately I've been feeling grey but today, I'm alright no thanks to you.  Think I'll go and roam outside your boundary.  Walk on the ridge, far away from the city.  Friends of friends prove untrustworthy.  Be gone, just like you were at the last party.  No S.O.S. until the bottles are empty.  Now my hunger isn't wasted anymore, cause I'm younger but I'm tired and I'm sore."