Broken Home || Michael Clifford

Isabelle

She smiled a lot on the date. Michael looked great, he'd always does look great. She'd brush every time Michael called her beautiful. She'd never believed it, but Michael always did. They ate at talked for hours. As soon as the date ended, Michael drove her home, walked her to her door, and said good night. She loved his green eyes and his smile. He leaned in and kissed her. Her hands around his neck and his arms wrapped around her waist. She let go and smiled. 

"Good night Michael." 

"Good night Isabelle."