A Dream Come True

Decisions

Michael's POV:

Her voice still rang through my head. One song song that stuck out was The Only Reason. She nailed it. Guitar and everything, the way she rocked it was killer. I noticed the way she held the guitar, as if it were a part of her. Her fingers never missing a chord, her other hand strumming to play the noise. Not only was she good, her looks. Oh her long dirty blonde hair was amazing, her eyes were a gold. She's short, but that doesn't matter, her frame wasn't the skinniest but she wasn't fat. Her name Gabby. That name was amazing, everything about her is amazing. I want to know her, everything about her.

A knock come on my door, Ashton walks in to our hotel room. "Hey, what you been doing?"

"Just thinking" I answered, still laying on my bed looking at the celing.

"what a- oh about Gabby?"

"Yeahhh I guess.."

"What about her?"

"Her everything. How she plays, how she stood, how she sang, how polite she is, oh my god I sound like a fucking stalker" I ran my hands through my hair.

"No man, you sound like a love sick puppy"

"I told her, I liked her"

"YOU DID WHAT!! YOU BARELY KNOW HER. SHE COULD BE A SERIAL KILLER!!"

I love it when he yells. "I know, I know. But I felt like I could get to know and everything would be alright"

"Have you talked to her since?"

"No, I didn't even let her respond I just walked off"

"If I were you, which I am not. I'd get to know her. Like meet up with her or go out sometime."

"Fine" I pulled out phone and called her cell.

Gabby's Pov:

"Shot through the heart and you're to late. Darlin' you give love a bad name" Bon Jovi's You Give Love a Bad Name rang through my phone causing me to jump. I quickly put down my bass and answered.

"Hello?"

"Hey it's Michael."

My stomach dropped "oh um hi" seriously Gabby seriously ugh I suck at talking.

"I was wondering if we could meet up some time" Michael asked.

"Yeah that sounds fun, when?" I replied.

"what about now?" he asked.

"now? where at?" I questioned.

"we can meet up at Starbucks" Michael pronounced.

The only Starbucks here is in ingles. Looks like that's where we're going. "ok see you in??"

"15"

"ok, bye Mickey" and with that I hung up.

I dropped my phone on to my bed. I live in a small rental trailor, it's the only thing I can afford since I graduated just 2 months ago.

I decided I'd go just as I am. Dressed in black skinny jeans with ripped holes in the knees, and a Black Greenday shirt I had cut the sleeves out of. I reapplied my eyeliner and mascara. Headed for the door, put on my black converse and grabbed my wallet and keys.

I arrived in ingles parking lot shortly after and walked into find Michael. How hard could it be. Getting in line I order a frapachino. I give them a name Gabby of course and head over to find a seat near a window. Seconds later I'm called for my coffee and I find Michael waiting for his.

"Hey Gabby" damn his voice is like angles singing.

"hi Mickey, so where are going next?"

"Umm I hate to ask this but do you have a car?"

"yes?"

"ok so do you mind if I drive? I was dropped of by Ashton and he didn't want to stay sooo um yeah."

"That's fine" I wonder where we're going.

"Lead the way please" he gestured out the door. I headed to my car with the Michael Clifford next to me. I unlocked the car, and climbed into the passenger seat in my car and handed Michael the keys. I watched him for a second as he moved the drivers seat back.

"Sorry about that I'm short" I chuckled.

"Nothing to be sorry about love" he replied quickly. Putting the car into reverse and backing out then into drive we were off.