Never Again

Chapter 7

*Cailyn's POV*

"No, now look inside of the trunk," he tells me. I walk to walk to where Michael is standing and look into the car. I look in the trunk and see at least 100 packets, in each color, of those colorful powders, like in color runs. When I see what's inside I make this strange sound. It's like half gasping and half me awing, but it just sounds like me choking.

"So, do you like it, I can't tell from all your choking noises," he tells me and can't help, but laugh.

"Yes of course I love it, this is so awesome," I tell him.

"There is also white clothes in the backseat for you and me, can you go get them," he asks me.

"Yea of course," I say as I walk to the backseats and open the door to find, as Michael promised, all white clothes for both of us. I brought them out and handed Michael his clothes. I take off my shirt and I hear Michael gasp.

"I swear you get more and more beautiful everyone I see you," he says and I blush and put on my new shirt. It's a little tight, but I know he probably made sure it would be. We both finish changing and start unloading everything in the trunk. We put every different color in a different spot. When I'm walking back to the car, Michael comes up behind me and pours a packet of glitter over my head.

"OH, ITS ON NOW!" I yell and start chasing him all over the garage.

...

After a while I get too tired. I get one extra light blue packet just in case and go lay down near the car. I see Michael come walk by me. He sees me laying down and rushing over.

"Gosh, love, did you fall?" he asks genuinely concerned.

"Nope," I tell him, but he still looks concerned. "I'm fine, just my usual lazy self, getting tired really easily."

"Ah," he says in understanding. He lays down next to me. I secretly open the color packet I have hidden. I pour it all over him, but somehow it only shows up on his hair.

"Well, that failed," I tell him. I don't even see him reach next to him and pull out something. Next thing I know I'm covered in neon pink and orange.

"I win," he says as he leans in and kisses my pouting, colorful lips. "Come on love turn that frown upside down," he tells me while lifting the corners of my mouth with his green fingers. I chuckle and his attempts to make me smile.

"I love you, but sometimes you're just too much to handle," I tell him.

"I'm sorry," he tells me frowning. I get up and walk further into the garage with Michael trailing not too far behind. I go to the color red section. I pick up a balloon filled with powder and chuck it at Michael. It hits him straight in the face.

"I swear I didn't mean to aim for your face," I try to convince him, but it's already too late. He's coming at me with balloons of all colors. We fight back and forth for about another hour.

"Ok, ok pause," I scream when I'm out of powder.

"Are you done already?" he asks me.

"Yea I'm hungry and tired," I tell him.

"Ok, let's go then," he says. We clean up as much as we can and then head to the car. He opens the door for me and gets in himself. He starts the car and drives away.

"So, where are we going?" I ask him.

"I don't know wherever you want, my treat," he tells me.

"Ok ... um ..." I pretend to think even though I know exactly where I want to go. "I vote McDonald's."

"McDonald's it is then," he agrees. We pull up and park the car. We get out and walk to the building. Yes, we're still in our colorful outfits leave the judgement at home. We enter and go stand in the line. I feel someone's hand slap them grab my butt. I turn around and I'm about to slap them when I see who it is.

"JACK!" I scream the same exact moment when Michael's fist collides with Jack's jaw.

"MICHAEL WHAT THE HECK!" I scream while I smack him on the chest.

"He clearly just grabbed your ass," he explains through his teeth.

"Doesn't mean you go around punching people," I tell him while crouching next to Jack who is now on the floor.

"You good?" I ask him.

"Yea," he tells me. I help him off the ground and then hug him before he can escape.

"How have you been I haven't seen you in forever?" I ask him.

"Yea, I've been good. It's been what like a year since we've talked?" he asks and I nod.

"Way too long, oh and sorry about him," I motion towards Michael.

"It's fine, I probably would have done the same thing to anyone that laid a hand on my girl," I squeal really loud at that.

"Oh my god, you finally got a girlfriend," I hug him again. I back up and feel Michael snake his arm around my waist.

"Speaking of relationships, Jack this is my boyfriend, Michael," I inform Jack.

"Ah, the one that punched me," he says and I can't help but laugh. Michael is not amused, I just glare at him to say something.

"If you want me to apologize, it's not going to happen because I'll punch him again without a second though," he says and Jack burst out laughing.

"Wow, is he always this nice?" Jack says sarcastically.

"No, he's just jealous," I tell Jack. Michael protectedly wraps his arm around my waist again. "Calm yourself, I'm not going anywhere. Your making my claustrophobic," I tell him while trying to wiggle out of his hold. He just pulls me closer. "Ah, I GIVE UP!" I scream. Michael smiles and kisses the top of my head. I then remember that Jack is just standing there awkwardly. He starts walking away but I stop him.

"Jack, wait!" I yell.

"Yea," the look on his face is a mixture between sad and another emotion I can't read.

"Here's my number, call me we need to catch up sometime, ok?" I write my number on his hand with the pen I pulled out of Michael's pocket.

"Yea that'll be fun, I'll text you," he says while he's walking out the door. Michael and I get our food, eat it, and then go back home.