choices // clifford (on hold)

four

It was easy for Michael. He asked the girl out, they went on a couple of dates and then she fell in love. He figured things with Iris would be just as simple. He asks her out for coffee, she confesses her undying love for him, she becomes his girlfriend, he gets twenty bucks from Luke and it would be over.

This unfortunately was not the case. Michael had been roaming his dorm for over an hour in search for a simple outfit for him and Iris's coffee date. He had to pick her up in ten minutes.

He sighed dramatically, running a hand through his fading blue hair. He rampantly searched through his drawers once again in search for the perfect shirt. This wasn't just some ol' date, this date was with Iris.

Luke chuckled behind him as he struggled to find his shirt. "What's so funny Hemmings?" Michael snapped as he spun on his heel, holding onto his black skinny jeans. "The fact that you're frantically searching for this stupid shirt," he said rolling his eyes. "Why?" Michael snapped again.

"Because she's never cared what you wore before, why would she care now?" Luke said plopping onto his chair, moving towards his desk and opening his laptop. Michael groaned searching for his battered Nirvana shirt and his jean jacket throwing them both on quickly.

Michael ruffed up his hair before clambering into his black Doc Martens. "Do I look okay?" Michael breathed out grabbing his phone and putting it into his pocket. Luke spun in his chair giving Michael a once over and cocking his head. "I like the jacket," he said stroking his chin while smirking, "go for it."

Michael nodded his head taking a breath as he shouted out a quick thanks to Luke before running out of his dorm. He had five minutes to get across campus to the girls' dormitory because their college just insisted on having them so far away.

He eventually made it to Iris's dorm room knocking on the door. He looked at his phone quickly seeing it was ten o'clock on the dot. Colette opened the door, hair messy as she rolled her eyes. "What are you doing here this early?" Colette questioned .

Michael looked over Colette's shoulder searching for Iris as he stuffed his hands into his pockets. "I'm here to pick up Iris, we're supposed to go out for coffee," he said. Colette rolled her eyes again as she backed up slamming the door. Michael threw his hands up in confusion as he sighed.

Of course Iris forgot, of course she wouldn't want to come to coffee with him. Just as he was about to spin on his heel and leave, Iris opened the door breathless. "I am so sorry about her," she said stepping out. "I was late getting up this morning and I had to rush so I'm sorry that I look like a complete mess oh my gosh," she said smoothing out her shirt. "So how do I look?" she said with a tight lipped smile.

Michael stood in awe watching her figure as she clumsily fiddled with her flannel that was tied around her waist. He licked his lips as he looked her up and down, all the way from her black skinny jeans to her faded All Time Low shirt. Her hair was curled naturally, falling onto her back and shoulders effortlessly.

She had natural makeup on, even though she hardly needed it as she smiled blushing. "Michael?" she said quietly as he shook his head, looking up into her eyes. "You look absolutely beautiful Iris," he said in a breathless whisper, licking his dry lips once more.

Iris blushed harder, dragging her hands down her jeans and taking a deep breath slapping his shoulder. "Thanks loser," she said. He grabbed her hand intertwining their fingers as he walked her outside. She blushed harder as she fumbled with something to say. "So how are you?" she said staring at their intertwined hands.

Michael looked over at her running a hand through his hair as he walked towards the small coffee shop. "I'm okay I guess, just being annoyed by Luke," he said shrugging, "yanno the usual," he said chuckling.