luke and taylor had left quite a while ago.
i, however, was sitting on a bench, still at the park. i was texting taylor, of course, but i had other things on my mind besides our conversation we were currently having.
i had all these thoughts and feelings for taylor and i couldn't understand what any of them meant.
it seemed like the more i had thought about them, and tried to understand what they mean, the more frustrated i got.
it didn't help that no matter what i did or said, everything would remind me of her, causing me to think about her a lot.
a lot more than i wanted to.
"fuck," i muttered, slamming my hand on the bench i was sat on, earning mysef a strange glance from a woman who was walking by.
before i even knew what i was doing, i was up and walking towards the liquor store on the corner.
it was a short walk, so i was there in no time. i muttered a quick hello to the young guy at the counter and walked towards the back wall of beverages, opening the door and grabbing a can of beer.
i threw $2.50 on the counter and walked out, before he even had time to respond.
i opened the can and took a long drink. it tasted like shit, but i really didn't care.
i took my phone out, ignoring the texts from taylor, and going straight to the contacts.
once i found the one i was looking for, i sent a quick text.
you home? i'm coming over.
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a/n:
michael , you dumbass .
YOU ARE READING
Exception [M.Clifford)
Fanfic" 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.
