Hairdye {M.C fanfic}

Chapter 9

"Michael Gordon Clifford you truly are amazingly perfect."

It was in that moment that I realized what I said. I felt a deep blush creeping up my cheeks. I wasn't too fond of the dark but right now I was grateful for it.

"It's what I do," he replied, seemingly not noticing MY FACE. Which I might add probably looked like a TOMATO.

I crawled further into the fort and located myself in front of the bright screen.

"What are we watchin'," I questioned curiously.

The blonde haired boy didn't answer my question. His sparkling green eyes were illuminated by the screen as he searched through the website, his eyes beaming with excitement.

"Close your eyes, it's a surprise," he put his hand up to my face blocking my view. Seconds later I hear the Pokémon theme song rip through the silence. I start laughing thinking this is so Michael. His lips curved up slightly as the new episode began. He was a cutie, his child like demeanor only made me like him more. His blonde silvery hair was messy from making the fort but still completely perfect. I know we've just met but I feel like I've known him for years, I feel this connection towards him that i've never felt before. I've never really had a best friend before. When I was little I never fit in, so I would spend most of my recesses alone glued to whatever book I had gotten from the library that week. I swear that librarian knew me too well. Every week I would come in and she'd have a book picked out just for me. I smiled at the childhood memory. It was a lonely childhood and reading had always been my escape. Every time I read, it's like a get away. But here I had this boy in front if me and now he was my get away.

Suddenly, Im snapped out of my train of thought. Michael's soft snores flooded the room now that the episode had ended. He looked so peaceful. Oh well. I shook his shoulder and whispered his name.

"Michael.....Michael....Michaeeeeeeeeeellllllll," ok enough is enough. I give up. I layed back down knowing that he wouldn't wake up.

Michael's POV
I woke up at the sound of my name being whispered. My eyes felt too heavy to open. I showed no signs of actually being awake. An evil plan hatched in my brain as realization hit me. This would be PERFECT.

Jasmine's POV
The boy lay there. Ughhh, I guess I can try again. My hand approached the sleeping body in hopes of shaking him awake.

Suddenly Michael's eyes shoot open and he yells out boo scaring the living poop outta me. The ear deafening shriek that I let out bounced against the "walls" of the fort along with Michael's uncontrollable laughter.

"It's not funny," I pouted like a little kid.

"Im sorry, im s-sorry," he panted but continued to laugh, me playfully smacking him on the shoulder.

"Oh im gonna get you back," I swore my revenge starting to chase after him. Michael darted very ungracefully throughout the fort. It was all great fun until he crawl-ran into the main chair holding up the fort. And that's when it all went down. It was so dark. And I don't know if it was just the moment but Michael and I both just started laughing.

Despite the mess in the living room we went upstairs to my room. Michael quickly spotted my baby blue electric guitar propped up against the wall. "You have an electric guitar," he asked wide eyed.