outdoors ; m.g.c.

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Clarity's face turned into a bright pink as she watched Michael walk back home.

"What a cocky, jerk." She mumbled to herself, climbing back onto her trampoline.

Instead of jumping, she laid on the surface watching the pinkish sky slowly fade into darkness.

Before the stars could appear, Clarity went inside her home. She passed by her father who was working at the computer, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

Once she had entered her room, she flopped onto her bed, staring at the popcorn ceiling.

All she could do was think.

More specifically, think about Michael.

Clarity could never completely understand why Michael enjoyed to be such a problematic person, not that she minded of course.

If another guy were to piss off Clarity as much as Michael did, she wouldn't respond to him like she did with Michael.

What made Michael so special from other guys?

Maybe it was his stunning facial features or his attractive Australian accent.

But it didn't add up.

Many guys had stunning facial features with Australian accents, so what made Michael different from the others?

That's what stumped Clarity.

Every. Single. Time.

But it wasn't only Clarity thinking the same thing.

Michael was too.

He too would lay on his bed, staring up at his ceiling, wondering why he feels so attracted to her.

Many girls had attitudes, many girls jumped on trampolines on a daily basis, many girls had such a good girl appearance, so what made her different from the others?

What they failed to realize was how they both were all of those things combined, but they wore it in a unique way.

And at that night, they fell asleep, underneath their bedroom ceiling, thinking about the one thing they adored.

Each other.