Ends With You (A Michael Clifford FanFic)

Chapter 92

Sarah's pov

The next morning Michael took me to breakfast on the main island, everything was my choice today and he insisted he take me shopping at expensive stores later to.

" But I don't wanna shop." I whined.

" You are honestly the only girl I have ever met that wouldn't jump at the chance to have Michael Clifford take her shopping."

" Well aren't we cocky today." I played.

" You know that's not how I meant it." he said.

" I know, I just don't wanna seem like a gold digger."

" Your not a gold digger we've been dating for almost 3 years now and you haven't used me for my money yet."

" True..." I trailed off as the waitress came up to our table.

" Sorry to bother you two but this came from the man at the bar stools up there." she said, handing us pancakes topped with whipcream and strawberries. We looked towards where she was pointing and saw....

" Alex Gaskarth my man!" Michael laughed, going to greet him. I knew it was to good to be true, just US for three days. Someone always had to come and ruin it!

" Hey Michael, Sarah." he said, aknowledging me. I smiled at him but kept my mouth shut.

" You know it's my 27th birthday today and I was wondering if you two would be cool with coming to my party, it's being thrown at the local club on 4th street. There's gonna be a lot of people you know there to, I invited the crew from back home to."

" If it's alright with Sarah ya we'll go." Michael said, turning to me. They were both looking at me with hopeful looks on their faces and I couldn't exactly say no in front of Alex but a party sounded nice. Me and Michael would have time after the party to be together, nobody was going to come back to the island with us so I agreed. " Which one? The black one or the blue?" I asked Michael, holding up the two dresses I couldn't decide between. We had been shopping for 3 hours now.

" I like both, you choose babe." I sighed and went back into the dressing room. I liked the blue on because it was elegent but I was going for more of a sexy look, so my final choice was the black one. I had black high heels and earrings that would go perfectly. I looked at the price tag and almost fainted $675.00!

"Michael... it's 675 dollars!"

" It's alright Sarah." he said, opening the dressing room.

" Ok... if you say so." I said, walking slowly to the cash register and placing the dress on the countertop.

" Is this it?" the lady asked.

" Yes." I answered slowly. I watched as she rang it up and the total with tax came up to almost $800. I covered my eyes as Michael swiped his card and it went through. I peeked through the crack in my fingers and saw the cashier eyeing me weirdly.

" She's not a big spender." Michael explained for me, I nodded. The cashier gave a quick nod, but continued to look at me strangely. She handed me the bag and Michael slipped his hand through mine and we left the store.

" That was horrible!" I said.

" Sarah... another 800 dollars had probably already been added to my name with all the CD's I'm selling." I only nodded, I didn't say anything but that was a majorly cocky remark. I knew he didn't mean it to be like that so I just brushed it off as nothing, looking forward to tonight. It was 8 p.m. and I was getting ready for Alex's party, I had to look perfect. The party started at 10 so I had 2 hours, just enough time.

" Michael where are my black heels?"

" I didn't pack them..." he said, looking like a scared puppy when I glared at him.

" What!" I growled.

" I'm joking, I'm joking there in the bag." he chuckled.

" Yeah you better be joking those are like my nicest pair!" I grabbed my dress, shoes, earrings and straightner and headed into the bathroom. I came out an hour and forty-five minutes later to a very annoyed looking Michael.

" Whats wrong?"

" I thought you died in there! what did you do?"

" I was getting ready jeez sorry for wanting to look perfect for you."

" You don't have to try." he said with a romantic smirk on his face.

" Awh thank you." I said, drawing out the "u".

" We should head there early so we can beat the paparrazzi." Michael said, putting his arm around my waist, walking to the door with me.

" How are we getting there?" He didn't need to answer that, there was a boat waiting for us in the back.

" Ooo fancy!" I laughed, taking my heels off and running through the sand to the boat. The whole boat ride to the main island and the Range Rover to the club, Michael couldn't keep his hands or lips off me. I was feeling kind of bad for the driver having to hear us making out back here.... but then again I wasn't, Michael was surprisingly turned on tonight. The driver cleared his throat.... but Michael continued to kiss me. He cleared his throat twice....three times, then on the fourth he said:

" WERE HERE!" Michael pulled his lips off mine and looked out the window.

" Oh, I guess we are, sorry sir." he smirked, helping me out of the car.