smoke {c.h}

michael clifford

The weather got better after that day, she ended up missing another day to work because Michael insisted that they should spend the day. She made him promise to pay for their food while he stay though. She was cleaning up her apartment a bit, stacking books, magazines and notebooks into their place before the doorbell rang.

It revealed no other than her guest for the next two weeks, no other than Michael Gordon Clifford, new hair color from last month of visit. A shade of light blue times light violet—like the color periwinkle. He was also struggling to get ahold of his three bags, probably from the lack of exercise and too much soda.

"Mikey!" She let him in first before hugging him, it was still stone cold outside despite the weather getting subdued. "I like your new hair color, but i am deeply concerned about you getting bald before even reaching the age of 35." She looked at his hair and patted it with utmost concern.

"Pfft who cares, that's what toupees are made for." He laughed and hugged me again. "I missed you." He ruffled her hair and transported his bag to her room, where he always sleep but ending up on the floor every morning because her bed is too small for his legs.

"Missed you too." She mumbled as she re-tied her hair into a bun since Michael decided to ruin it. "I ordered Chinese food because I forgot to go to do groceries for this week." She shouted as she unpacked the kartons containing their food.

"Panda Express!" He squeled as he sat down and started to ravenously eat his food.

"So how's life Mr. Clifford?" Fray asked him, not really having the appetite to eat right at the moment.

"Fine, I just finished my internship last Wednesday and they said I could start whenever I am ready."

Michael was never really a nice teenager back then, if you'd ask Fray. He got jailed about 5 times when they were in highschool,minor cases though. Jumped from girls to girls and was a purely rebel. He had a band too, I forgot their name but it was pretty much like "Death Tamerlane" or something like that. She didn't know what happened to him when he got to college since she moved here and he stayed there in Australia, but he really changed a lot after the incident that happened to her. He went from a boy that probably spend his adult life drowning in cheap beer and laying in a tattered couch whole day to a man that held a great future ahead of him.

"Hey, Fray? Are you okay?" He asked, laughing shortly. He always laughed when he rhymed accidentally. He said it was the rhyme gods blessing him.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry I spaced out. Congrats by the way! You owe me a treat." She nudged him on the stomach.

"Your spacing out sometimes worry me, go eat something maybe that's hunger taking over. And sure wherever you want." He laughed again at his rhyming scheme.

"They allow color-haired man to work wherever you are working?" The question just popped in her head, out of curiosity.

"You're so weird, but yes, they said whatever your appearance is, as long as you work well for them really well then we won't have any problems at all. Plus it matches my uniform." He shrugged, swallowing his last bite and taking a swig from his soda.

"I still worry about your hair." She threw him a concerned look, picking on her food. She wasn't really hungry.

"Oh Fray, you worry pretty much about everything." Michael stood up, and headed to her couch and watched the tv. "Eat faster Fray, let's watch football!"