If there's one thing I hate more than a hypocrite, it's unorganized stuff. How hard is it to put the right box back in its place? Well I know what I'm doing for the next fifteen minutes. I've gotten quite tired of pink hair, my little sister chose for me.
It's really cool how many shades of blue is out there, but really? Keep them organized. I came out here to buy hair dye and now I've gotta fix some idiots mess.
One particular colour strikes my eye, indigo. It's such a cool rich blue and purple, I think I'm gonna go with it, but I've got like six more cases to move. I notice it's the last one, I'll just grab it later.
As I reach for it carelessly, quickly somebody grabs it before me.
"I had that first!" I say.
"Actually you left it on the shelf." A girl with dark green hair and light brown, intimidating eyes, smirks.
"Come on I was watching it the whole time!"
"Clearly." She says rolling her eyes.
"I was just fixing them."
"
"You don't work here, why were you fixing them?"
"Ever heard of OCD?" I snap.
"Can't you pick a different color?"
"Can't you? I've had pink hair for too long."
"Nah, indigo is my fave, and I quite like your fairy floss head."
"Clearly." I saw mocking her.
"You like Iron Maiden?" She says looking at my shirt.
"You ask a lot of questions, and yes."
"Ever heard of ADHD?" She mocks me back.
"Names' Michael."
"Faith."
"Faith, you're determined." I laugh
"I could name you more shades of blue, than you have friends."
"Jokes on you I have barely any friends." I say.
"Introvert." She asks.
"I know a lot of blue colors too ya know?" I say in defence.
"Really." She says sarcastically.
"Why don't we settle this over at my place, I'll order pizza." I say.
"Sounds like a plan to me."
We both split the money in half to buy the hair dye since its fourteen dollars she pays seven and so do I. I show her to where my black jeep is parked, we get in and she sits there uncomfortably in silence.
"Ya have any of The Neighbourhood?" She speaks up.
"You know it." I say putting on wires.
"We talked about making it, I'm sorry that you never made it. And it pains me just to hear you have to say it." She and I sung at the same time. She has really nice voice, wow. The way the lyrics just roll off her tongue, when she closes her eyes at the higher notes and scrunches her nose when she gets the words wrong.
When we arrive to my apartment building, she jumps out my car really fast and runs around the parking lot yelling.
"You live here?! I've always drove past it and dreamed about living here." She says with excitement drowning in her eyes.
"My step-dad owns the it, I get my own place."
"Oh my god, Michael lets goooooo!" She says practically dragging me.
I don't know why she's so excited, don't get me wrong, it's adorable. But why this place? It's really old and it's huge, I guess if I've been living in it half my life I would get used to living in such a big place. I grab her by her wrists and pull her to the side to calm her down because people were watching.
"Yo people think you're crazy, stop it!" I say trying to hold in my laughter.
"Okay I'm sorry oh my god." She says as she bursts into a laughing fit.
"Nah it's fine, we just need to sneak past everyone so they don't see us." I laugh.
"Michael." She paused.
"Yes."
"Have you ever wondered what it's like to be inside a cloud?"
"Um no, not really I just watch them and see the different speeds they move at." I say.
"That's very interesting I guess."
"But what if they have little cloud rooms and cloud people inside, and airplanes just bolt through the air, like a tornado for them, so the cloud families that lost the homes take it out on us by an actual tornado." She says with emotion.
"You should write a book."
We quickly stride over to the lobby entrance and say hi to the clerk at the front desk and make our way to the elevator. She starts tapping her foot impatiently,
"They should have seats in theses things, what floor is yours?" She asks.
"Eleven." I reply
"So if someone where to fall off it, would they die?"
"Yes definitely."
"Oh."
"You've got a strong imagination." I say as we step out of the elevator.
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I order a large pepperoni pizza for the both of us and we watch game of thrones for three hours because she needed to catch up.
"So about the hair dye...." She says.
"Yeah..."
"Should we bet on it?"
"I don't really know how to make bets though."
"Ugh, Michael you're such a nerd." She tells me.
"You do it then." I say.
"Oh my god, I've got it!"
"What!"
"Lets see you can name the most One Direction songs!"
"What the hell, I don't even know the members!" I say trying to hold in my laugh.
"Me neither." She says.
"Really?"
"Do I look like I listen to One Direction??"
"Kind of maybe." I say.
"Alright haha, Its already 9:47, I should get going." She says.
"Awwwwe, you know your way back?"
"Yeah of course, let me get your number." She says passing me her phone and we both get up from the couch.
"Well I had a lot of fun with you today, hope to see ya soon, bff!" I say passing her phone back, acting like a ten year-old girl.
"Yeah me too." She says biting her lip to stop her from smiling.
We walk over to the door, hug and she steps out of the doorframe, leaving me.
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Minutes later, my younger sister Maria comes knocking on my door, (she's seven.) I walk over and answer it.
"HEY MIKEY WHO WAS THE PRETTY GIRL THAT JUST LEFT." She says running inside.
"She's a friend I just met."
"Did you kiss her?" She says making me blush.
"Um no?"
"Why not, she looks like a princess."
"Yeah I guess so."
"Okay well thats all i know now." And with that she left.
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indigo | michael clifford
Fanfic"and we both reached for the last one, I swear it was like war every day after that." hiii once again, this description isn't very much info on the story but i assure you that it is kinda cute ok so trust me :)))
