Chasing The Farmgirl (Michael Clifford FF)

Part 9

"Wait what? How is it your Dad's fault?"
"Because of him Michael had to leave and I had no time for explanations."
"I'm sure he wouldn't be pissed about that."
"And maybe I didn't pay attention to him for three seconds."
"Great. I thought we could finally do stuff with them." sagte sie und verdrehte die Augen.
"I just need to talk to him again."
"Please don't mess it up this time."
"I'm trying!"
"Why do you wanna spend time with 'em?"
"Uh... I have to go now. See ya tomorrow."
Damit stieg sie in ihren Pick-up und fuhr los.

"You're such weirdos sometimes!"
"Thanks Dad."

In meinem Zimmer lag immernoch die E-Saite. Immerhin hatte ich jetzt einen Grund zu ihrem Haus zu gehen und speziell nach Michael zu fragen.

Ich öffnete die Tür neben meinem Fenster, um auf meinen Balkon zu gehen. Das tat ich immer, wenn ich nachdachte. Ich saß einfach da und schaute alles genau an. Die Bäume. Unsere Hühner. Fluffy. Einfach alles und auch das Haus von den Jungs konnte ich von hier aus am Ende der Wiese sehen.
"What are you doing there?" riss mich Ashton Stimme aus meinen Gedanken und ich fasste mir mit einer Hand an mein Herz.
"What the fuck, Ash! You just gave me a heartattack!"
Er kicherte und schaute wieder hoch zu meinem Balkon.
"Can I come up?"
"If you're quiet enough then yes!"
Er nickte nur und kam die Leiter hoch, welche Michael vorhin runter geklettert war.
"Michael is pissed."
"No shit, Sherlock!" Ich rollte mit den Augen.
"What did you guys do?"
"We were just talking and... I don't know everything seemed fine. At least as fine as it can be between us but then Dad came home and I had to make him leave so my Dad would not freak out. But I think he thought I would want to get rid of him."
"He is such a girl around you. I don't understand him."
"Me neither. But let's talk about you and Luca. Shall we?"
Er schaute auf die andere Seite und ich wusste, dass er grinsen musste.
"Eeh..." Fing er an und ich musste lachen.

Lucas Sicht:
Ich fuhr den Feldweg von Ninas Ranch weg, wie jeden Abend und wie immer war ich verdammt müde... und es war alles wie immer, nur war da vorne was schwarzes auf dem Weg. Was das wohl ist? Ich fühlte, wie Augenlider total schwer wurden und plötzlich trat ich mit ganzer Kraft auf die Bremse.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!?!"
Ich stieg aus.
"Oh my goodness Michael!"
"You were driving straight into my direction and didn't seem to slow down at all! What's wrong with you?!?"
"I'm sorry I'm dog tired! I mean I was dog tired, now I'm awake!"
"Hopefully!"
"And why are you walking around here? It's nearly 12 am?"
"And I'm 19 Years old. I'm allowed to walk around wherever and whenever I want."
"Okay okay sorry. And by the way you're not making friends with your attitude."
"Haha funny you neither!"
Ich starrte ihn einfach nur an. Ich bin freundlich man!

"Michael you are being ridiculous for no apparent reason!"
"And you're acting like a Bitch right now for no reason so you're not better than me!"
Ich verschränkte meine Arme und blies mir eine, ins Gesicht gefallene, Strähne aus dem Gesicht.
"Why are you so pissed?"
"Why do you even care?! Why does everybody think that I am pissed every Minute of the day? Get your shit together!"
Wow okay. Nina hatte Recht. Er war ziemlich angepisst.
"You weren't pissed when you talked to Nina just 15 minutes ago!"
"Yea and then she made me leave. Through her fucking window! Who am I? Someone she can push around? Clearly not!"
"Don't be so stubborn all the time! You act like a 5 year old who doesn't get his favourite candy!"
Er schnaubte aber sagte nichts mehr.
"Is she mad at me now?"
"I don't think so. But you should really talk to her. Again. Not now but maybe tomorrow or whenever You have your shit together Michael. And now go to bed you look ridiculous."
"Oh thank you! You look like shit as well. Good fucking night!" Er drehte sich um.
Was für eine Drama Bitch.