"AND WE CA-AN'T STOOOP!! AND WE WO-ON'T STOOOP!!" Michael sang loudly to the top of his lungs. You were both in the car on the way to your parents house on the other side of Sydney in the back country. It was hard to find their house but you had set your GPS so you were good.
"Michael Gordon Clifford! You're going to get us killed." You scolded. He laughed and kept singing.
"We'll be fine, why do we have to go to this dinner again?" He asked. You sighed.
"Because, my mom has been planning this for months and a lot of people are going to be there."
"Fine, but they aren't going to like me." Your jaw dropped.
"Michael! Of course they're going to like you! Why the hell would you say that! What's not to like? The way I talk about you on the phone with my parents, they already love you and want to meet you so bad!" You said turning to him in complete shock of what just came out of his mouth. He gave you a small smile.
"Thanks babe. You really think they won't think I'm weird or just not good enough for you?"
"It's my choice to be with you, not theirs. I love you Michael and nothing they say or do will change the way I feel about you. As cheesy as that may sound." You added making your statement less authorial. He smiled, for real this time, and leant over to kiss your cheek. You gasped watching the car head off the road. Michael quickly snapped and grabbed the wheel. But it was too late and you both ended up in the ditch. You screamed gripping tightly onto your seat. Thankfully you both weren't hurt, the car wasn't dented either, just scratched. You looked over to Michael and he nodded. You both got out of the car and looked around. Your phone had no service and neither did Michael's. You had to get to your parent's for dinner in less than an hour! You weren't going to make it like this. The car was stuck and you both had no cell service. You decided to just sit on the hood of the car and wait until perhaps someone were to drive by and see you. Michael came and sat beside you. You looked to him and asked "You didn't get us stuck on purpose did you?" He chuckled.
"No Y/N, I'm not an idiot."
"You have like 5 shirts that say idiot on them." He laughed again.
"Touché."
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Okay, so I didn't want to make this super long cuz it's 10:47 PM and I'm tired af. I have wicked insomnia and it sucks balls. So yeah. I hope you liked this one, I did. I enjoyed writing it. And you see the picture I put, yeah my dad saw it over my shoulder or something and he's like "Is that a boy there?" I just laughed and said
"Yeah, that's Michael Clifford dad"
And he's like,
"Oh, he looks like a creep. Or a pedophile." Now my first instinct was to get mad and yell but instead I was laughing my head off. So then I said,
"He's only like 19 or something." And my dad's like,
"He's a wierdo." And I'm just like,
"Dad, you called me a wierdo just yesterday." Lol, it was hilarious.
Yeah, have a good day or night either one in your time zone. Byyyeee!!!
~Benzie♡
