the drive didn't take long at all and before i knew it i was knocking on taylors front door.
i waited a minute or two before a confused looking taylor opened the front door a bit, "what are you doing here?!"
"i told you like five times i'm coming over," i responded, pushing the door open the rest of the way and letting myself in.
"mikey!" she exclaimed.
"i gotta admit that names growing on me," i turned to look at her, " nice pajamas, by the way."
she was wearing a pair of fuzzy hello kitty pajama pants, a black tank top, and socks that didn't match. she also had her hair up in a bun and was wearing makeup. she actually looked beyomd cute right now, so i didn't see why she was making a big deal.
she ignored my comment and instead questioned me, "why are you even here?!"
"i'm here to give you your make up date."
"at almost eleven at night?" she questioned.
i walked over to her couch and sat down, picking up the purple blanket that was on the living room floor and throwing it over me, "yeah."
"first of all, i was using that," she began, "second of all that's my spot."
"sit with me," i demanded, patting the seat next to me.
she rolled her eyes, but came and sat next to me.
"now," i said, as i grabbed the remote and pressed play, "let's watch the rest of this."
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"god, that was stupid," i complained, looking down at taylor, who was now laying with her head in my lap, and the blanket covering her, instead of me.
"no it wasn't! everyone loves the notebook!"
"no," i argued, even though the movie wasn't that bad, i just wasn't going to admit it.
"whatever, i'm tired," she yawned, proving her point, and sitting up
"yeah, i should get home soon, i have school tomorrow," i sighed.
"goodluck with that," she laughed, looking towards the clock, "it's already after twelve thirty."
"shit," i mumbled as i walked towards the door, taylor following right behind me.
"michael?"
"yes?" i asked, looking down at her, god damn, she was short.
"tonight was fun."
"all we did was watch a movie and cuddle and shit," i said.
"girls like that kinda stuff," she informed me.
"whatever, i'm gonna leave," i laughed.
"okay, text me when you get home, yeah?"
"sure," i muttered, walking out the front door.
"okay, bye," she laughed, shutting the door.
"tay, wait!" i called, right before she shut it.
she opened it again, a confused look on her face, "yes?"
i walked over to her, and grabbed her face, forcing her to look up at me.
"what are you-"
before she had time to even finish her question, i leaned down and kissed her.
"you're right," i said, once i pulled away, "tonight was fun," i smirked and turned and walked away without another word.
she just looked completely confused.
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i successfully got home and to my room without waking my mom up so i figured i should text taylor.
to: tayyy
i'm home.
oh, you looked beautiful, by the way.
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a/n:
ok this was the longest chapter so far i think but ya, idk i kinda liked it.
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Exception [M.Clifford)
Fanfiction" you are the only exception... " ••• in which michael is an asshole who doesn't care about anyone or anything except himself... until taylor comes around at least.
