"How many times do we have to tell you? You will not be seeing that Clifford boy again! I- I forbid you!"
My father slams his fist down on the kitchen table, causing my mother and I to jump slightly in our seats. I shake with anger and throw my chair back across the hardwood.
"You think that you can control that? What about school, Dad?! What about parties? You can't just make him disappear from my life."
"I can ground you though. And take your car keys. Maybe I can't control who you see at school but I sure as hell can keep you from going out, young lady!"
My blood boils and I glare daggers at my dad. He clenches his fists so tightly around his fork and knife his knuckles go white. I spin sharply on my heel, taking the stairs two at a time and leaving my parents calling after me.
My phone rests on my bed and I swipe it up, sending a text to Michael as I change my clothes.
sent to: Michael💗 at 6:58 pm
come pick me up please
I furiously throw it back in it's place on the comforter and yank a pair of skinny jeans over my legs, replacing my shorts. Pulling a white v-neck over my chest and forcing my sleeves through a flannel, I dig around my drawer for my wallet and checked my phone once I heard a ding. My feet slip into my black combat boots and I tap the screen to life again.
from: Michael💗 at 7:03 pm
on my way, what happened?
I crack open my window, lowering myself over the edge and stepping out onto the roof.
sent to: Michael💗 at 7:04 pm
don't ask, just come, I need you
My fingers shake as I type. I break my parents rules regularly, especially when it comes to sneaking out, but for some reason my hands won't stop shivering with nerves. I perch on the edge of my roof, scouting for my boyfriend's shock of colored hair.
Minutes later, a loud rumble rounds the corner of my street and I spot the black motorcycle pulling up in front of my neighbor's house, surely above the speed limit. I climb from my roof down the drain pipe and bend underneath the windows infront of my house, rushing across the grass in my front yard. My footsteps fall heavy against the concrete as I make my way to the boy with his legs in either side of the dark machine.
The moment I am within arms reach, he swoops me into his chest. My hands curl around the hair on the nape of his neck, lacing together to stop their shaking. He pulls my grip off, setting me on his lap and taking my fingers in his.
"You're shaking, baby girl. Wanna tell me about it?"
He places small kisses on my knuckles, the warmth from his mouth contrasting with the chill of my skin making me sigh.
"My dad 'forbid' me from seeing you again."
Michael's eyes widen a little, glancing behind me at the shadow of my house with a worried expression. I lean into him, pressing my lips to his to reassure him. He instantly relaxes against me and brushes my cheek lightly with the backs of his fingers while holding my waist with his other hand. I smile against his mouth and he soon copies, gently resting his forehead against my own. His breaths fan over my face at the close proximity.
"I don't care about what they think, Mike. They don't know you like I do. They don't know how much I love you."
He shakes his head, his grin only growing wider, and he pecks my lips lightly again. I crawl around him to sit on the back of the seat. My arms wind around his waist and he turn to look at me again.
"Where should we go?"
He asks, starting the motor again and speeding away from my neighborhood on to the empty, dimly lit roads. We are the only ones on this road and I have the urge to just drive forever with my favorite person in my arms.
I shrug and close my eyes. I feel so safe when I'm this close to him, when I can hear the beat of his heart over the whipping of the wind around my face. With my nose snuggled into his back and my hands locked in front of him, I finally whisper my answer in his ear.
"Anywhere. As long as it's with you."
-x-x-x-
a/n: don't imagine mike on a motorcycle with his hands gripped tightly around the handles and his hair blowing away from his face and his eyes all squinty in the wind....don't imagine it......bc it definitely kilt me dead
~ab
