Lydia's P.O.VI blinked my eyes and tried to rub the sleep from them as my playlist began ; music flooding from the speakers waking me up for the day. The sun was shining through the windows illuminating my room without the need for lamps to be on. Taking one last stretch and yawn I made my way down the hall into the flats small kitchenette. As I opened the fridge the music from my room lowered signaling that I had a text. I walked back in to check my phone. The text came from my mum reminding me of the family dinner we had later that week. I sighed and texted her back that I'd be there. I walked back to the kitchen after resuming the music that was keeping me awake at this god forsaken hour.
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Once I had woken up properly and eaten breakfast, I went back into my room to get dressed. It was Saturday which meant I had the mornings to spoil myself with a quiet walk around the lake before everyone woke up. I checked my phone for the time and it read 7:00am not super early, but early enough for all the hungover people to still be asleep at the cabins and campgrounds that surrounded the lake. My fingers tied the laces to my Doc Martens and I grabbed my phone, purse and keys as I walked out the door locking it behind me.
I was greeted with a slight breeze making me shiver even in the early hours of this June day. I began walking down the road, my feet carrying me towards the trail head that twisted and curved around the lakes edges. I pulled my arms in closer wishing I had worn a hoodie out this morning.
After a couple more minutes I reached the trailhead and smiled to myself. Absolute alone time awaited me, just me my thoughts and the lake. It calmed me down from my week of work and dealing with my family. Once the pine trees had engulfed me in their canopy I let go a sigh I hadn't known I was holding in. I soon got to one of my favorite spots on the trail. It was a large boulder right against the trunk of a tree allowing the perfect chair for me to rest in. Once I got comfortable I closed my eyes and let my mind wander.
I must've dozed off because the next thing I remember was someone's cough, you know that awkward cough you use when you interrupt someone, anyway I was startled by this and woke up blinking my eyes rapidly to clear the sleep from them. I looked to my right to see the person who so abruptly woke me up. He was a tall guy, wearing black skinny jeans with rips in the knees just how I liked mine. He wore faded back tshirt with a orange, gray, and white flannel. His hair was this beautiful lilac colour. I couldn't see much of it though because a SnapBack covered his head.
"Um.... hi," I stuttered as I waved my hand weakly.
"Hi," he chuckled, "I'm Michael, I didn't expect to see anyone here it's my thinking place."
"Oh your 'thinking place'," I replied.
"Yeah," he said slowly. Red colored creeped into his cheeks as he rubbed the back of his neck.
"What do you think about here?" I asked trying to ease the awkward tension that seemed to be growing between us.
"Inspiration for song lyrics usually come to me here, it's peaceful and quiet compared to the studio so I focus better here," Michael said.
"Song lyrics?" I questioned.
"Yeah... I'm in a band."
"What instrument do you play, let me guess the triangle right? You seem like a wicked triangle player," I joked letting a smile appear as I spoke.
"Triangle!" he said shocked whole hold his hand to his chest acting outraged. "Why I play guitar...."
"Lydia," I said filling in my name for him.
"Well, Lydia I play guitar but it's nice of you to say I'm a triangle player," he said with a smile.
"I play a teenie weenie bit of ukulele," I said "I just started learning a week or so ago."
"Ukulele, that's so cute. Four strings right?"
"Yeah," I said "I chose it instead of guitar because there are less strings so it'll be easier for me to learn."
"We should practice together some time," Michael said.
"Sure, I'd like that," I responded.
Just then the wind started to pick up, causing some of the pines needles to be shaken off their branches. Resulting in pine needles 'raining' down upon Michael and I. A large gust of wind blew in our direction, my faded mint colored hair blowing in my face. My natural curls getting in my eyes. Getting goosebumps I shivered as I fixed my hair and cat eye glasses. Michael must've noticed my shiver and began to take off his flannel.
"Oh no, I'm fine really," I said as Michael stepped closer to me offering his flannel.
"Are you sure, it's no problem," he said.
The wind didn't seem to be winding down anytime soon, and I didn't want to get sick. I reached out and took the flannel from Michael, as I put it on I said "Thanks,".
"Your welcome Lydia," he said back in a sweet voice.
As I put on his flannel and buttoned it up I realized how much warmer I was and a smile formed on my face. I'm so glad I met this stranger. Michael's phone vibrated bringing my attention back to him. He took out his phone and answered the call. From what I heard him say it sounded like he was talking to his friend Calum about rehearsals or something.
"Okay, yeah see ya guys soon bye," Michael said.
"Sorry about that, the guys were flipping out because they woke up and I wasn't at the house," he explained as he came to join me on the rock.
"They just woke up, wow makes us look like early birds huh," I responded back.
"Yeah, I guess so," he replied.
We both became quiet after that, just looking out across the lake at the few boats that started to appear. I felt myself slipping into a blissful nap again when Michael cleared his throat. I opened my eyes again and blinked to clear my vision.
"Hey Lydia?"
"Yes?" I questioned back.
"Do... do you wanna chill later or something, I don't know we could get a pizza, hang out.....?" he asked nervously.
AUTHORS NOTE
Hello fellow fanfiction lovers! This is my first mgc fic but my second in general. I hope it's written well. Comment and like pls it makes my day that people actually like my work. I have high hopes for this story, fingers crossed it'll go well.
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Pine Trees // m.g.c
FanfictionIt all started with a typical walk through the woods for Lydia. She hardly encountered anyone on the trail until that day. That summer day when she met him. Michael Clifford. And no one seemed more important in that moment than the tall boy with pur...