I Only Care About You (Michael Carrick) -COMPLETED-

Chapter 2.

‘’I’M GOING TO MADRID I NEED TO PACK!’’ I screamed, walking into my parents’ house with Michael following closely.

‘’So you asked her then?’’ my dad said to Michael

‘’yes, yes I did’’ Michael grinned back

‘’and she gladly accepted I take it?’’

‘’you could say that’’ Michael raised an eyebrow. I stood leant on the door frame smiling like an idiot at them both.

‘’well, I’ll be off then. I’ll come and collect you at like 3 in the morning tomorrow so set an alarm!’’ he pointed a finger at me, I was always late for everything and I love sleep, Michael knew this more than anyone.

‘’I will, I won’t miss this, I promise’’ I grinned at Michael before giving him one last big hug to say thank you before he left.

‘’oh my god Dad this is going to be amazing!’’ I exclaimed when Michael had gone.

‘’It will be, I trust Michael to take care of you, no funny business with any Real players’’ my dad winked at me and I nodded before going up to my room to start packing.

What do I take? Madrid, right. Well it’s in Spain and Michael said we’re going for about 3 days so I’ll take…7 outfits. That should last me.

I grabbed my black Calvin Klein suitcase from inside my wardrobe and slung it on my bed. I packed my underwear first. Pants, bras, socks… Then I packed my clothes. I threw in my United jersey with, of course, ‘Carrick 16’ on the back. I packed some denim shorts to go with that as one outfit. My second was a long vest top with some black leggings and a black denim jacket with my black Vans. I’d wear that tomorrow to go in. I packed some various other clothes which included crop tops and shorts. Mainly denim shorts and leggings. I also packed 2 bikinis since I didn’t know what we were doing.

I jumped in the shower at about 7 PM. I washed my hair and body in preparation for tomorrow. I thought long and hard in the shower. I normally belt out some of The Script’s songs but today I stayed silent and just thought. I’m 22 and single. My best friend is a footballer and I still live with my mum and dad. I have a job in a restaurant that pays little. I need to start making something of my life. My lifelong dream was to become a singer when I was little. I know I have a good voice so there’s nothing stopping me but I don’t see the point of going on X Factor. Yes they make stars but they also ruin peoples reputation.

Maybe I should start a band? No, that’s stupid. I could start doing gigs or… or I could just accept that I’ll never become a star and stay as I am…

I stepped out of the shower and put on some joggers and a top. I put my hair in a messy bun and went downstairs, following the smell of fish in the kitchen.

‘’FISH FINGERS!’’ I screamed. I loved fish fingers. I grabbed a plate from the cupboard and piled 3 fish finger, a pile of chips and some beans onto my plate. Of course, accompanied by a big dollop of ketchup.

After my tea, I set my alarm on my phone for 2:15 AM. It was quite early for me to be going to sleep but I needed rest for tomorrow so I went to bed anyway.