Punk Rock // m.clifford

1.3// right?

Annie's POV-

"Have you been taking your medications as indicated, Ms. Palmer?" The doctor asked the hundredth question tonight, almost making me want to groan.

"Yeah, I have," I told him.

Frankly, after what had happened, I realized that the pain I went through wasn't worth it. So I started the pills again.

"For how long?"

"Since the day of my accident," I bluntly spoke.

Normally, I wouldn't be this upset on the regular basis, but tonight I had places to be.

Michael said that he wanted to ask me something serious and all this time, the anticipation had been eating me alive. I just wanted to know.

"And have you been feeling any different emotions lately?"

Love.

Happiness.

Comfort.

All while I was with Michael.

"Yes."

"Thanks to the pills. I'm telling you, Annerose, they're the best thing. They make you better," the doctor smiled, scribbling down on his board the positive results of this consultation.

I didn't want to burst his bubble, he clearly seemed happy about my well-being so I let him believe what he wanted to. "Yes."

"Well," the doctor said, putting aside his board and taking off his glasses and placing them in a chest pocket, "I just have one last question for you, darling."

"Which would be?" I dragged out my last word to signal that I wanted to know. There was nothing more than I hated than mystery at that moment thanks to Michael.

"How would you like to get out of here?"

--/--

"Michael," I spoke, amused at his astounding ways, "how the hell did you pull this off?"

"Oh, I happen to have a few tricks up my sleeve," he winked, dragging me into my own room.

Somehow, Michael had managed to push all the furniture back and set up a blanket fort. There were also a few blankets covering up the windows around us so that no one could see us. All we had for lighting was a few flashlights and a computer screen. That's all we needed though.

"Which strings are those? Knowing how to Google stuff?" I teased, making him roll his eyes and stand up straight, his arms crossed over his chest.

He pouted, as if I had insulted his hard work, "You can leave if you want."

"No, I can't this is my room. I have nowhere else to go," I scoffed. Once that I was made aware that he was actually mildly hurt by this, I smiled and hugged his waist, "I'm just joking, it's beautiful."

"Damn right," he muttered, embracing me as well, and our bodies were closer than before.

After a few attempts, we were able to squeeze into the fort and start the movie (of course that was after about twenty minutes of pure discussion on how Clueless is one of the best movies). But we had settled upon some middle ground. Mulan.

I recall everything about that movie. My mother used to tell me how Mulan was true to herself, and that she wasn't afraid to get her hands dirty when she needed to. There was no one in the world that I wanted to be like. I wanted to be like Mulan. But that never happened.

As I sang along to one of the songs, I felt Michael gawking at me, his eyes burning holes in the side of my head. I didn't want to embarass him by turning around and telling him that I caught him. So, I looked straight ahead.

But when that boy began to laugh. I knew something was up. So, I paused the movie, not wanting to miss a second of it, and turned my head. "What?"

"Nothing. It's nothing," he simply replied, but was quickly overtaken by his own mentality as he began to laugh again.

"What is it? Tell me or, so help me God, I will leave," I was attempting to be tough. It wasn't working out.

"I thought you had nowhere else to go?"

"I lied?"

"Fine," he gave in, his laughter beginning to cease, "I'll tell you."

We were quiet for a little while, until Michael spoke, his words flowing like melodies, "You took out your piercings. And your tattoos are fading."

I was very well aware that I had gotten rid of the annoying piercings. But the tattoos were something that I didn't catch on to. Yet there they were, faded to an almost grey-like tone.

"I guess so. But why is that important?" I queued, not catching on to why he had made that observation.

"You're turning back into your old self. That makes me really happy." Michael said, a wide grin on his face.

"I'm still the same person," rolling my eyes, I retorted.

"Nah, you're different when you have all that crap on you. It's true."

I was about to defend myself. But he cut me off before I could even get a word in. "

I dismissed his thoughts. There was no real reason why he had begun laughing, so I chose to ignore it and move on with my life- or well, my movie.

It had gotten to a point where Michael and I were pressed against each other watching fucking Mulan. As much as I wanted to concentrate, that just clearly wasn't happening.

"Can you believe it? We're getting out on two weeks." Michael mentioned.

His comment made my heart stop. It wasn't two weeks to me, it was just a few days. And even though I shouldn't care that I would be away from Michael
for a little while, it affected me.

Maybe it was because he was going to America as soon as he got out of here. Meanwhile, I had to go back home and pretend none of this ever happened. After a summer like this one, how could one forget.

I didn't want to tell Michael. I didn't want to ruin the night.

So I didn't.

After all, a few days wouldn't kill him, right?

-//-

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