Always Be My Girl [SLOW UPDATES]

Chapter 9

*Michael's POV*

I left the house with my mom screaming behind me, something about how I'm grounded because of my grades or some shit like that.

I walked down to the park, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it as I sat down on a bench. I heard leaves crunching, my head snapping up to see what it was that was making the noise.

I saw a girl walking down the path, hair up in a ponytail and shorts on, along with a Panic! At The Disco tank top on with black converse.

I got a good look at her face, quickly realizing it was Elizabeth. A smirk made its way onto my face. She looked up and rolled her eyes at me as she walked past me.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." She snapped. She walked past the bench, me turning to see her hips swaying back and forth with every step.

She was kinda hot, though.

Suddenly I wanted to hurt someone. I went from being happy to being extremely irritated. Shit, I thought as I realized I forgot to take my pills.

I ran home as fast as I could, trying my best not to bump into people. Ignoring my mother in her drunken state, I ran upstairs, going into the medicine cabinet to grab my pills. Quickly downing them, I ran back out.

Deciding getting a milkshake would help keep me from, per-say, hurting someone, I headed toward DeLaney's Ice Cream Shop, ten dollars in my pocket. The bell rang as I opened the door.

"Back again, Michael?" Mr. DeLaney asked, laughing.

"Yes, sir." Laughing with him, taking my order.

As I waited, I looked around at all the pictures of the shop through the years. My favorite was the picture of the very first day this shop opened back in 1952. I looked at the tables, seeing one was occupied. It was occupied by none other than Elizabeth.

"Here you go, Clifford." He handed me my milkshake.

"Thanks." I gave him the five dollars, telling him to keep the change.

I headed over to Elizabeth, sitting opposite of her. She raised an eyebrow, not looking up from her ice cream.

"You do know that there are plenty of open seats, right?" She asked sarcastically.

"Mmhmm." She rolled her eyes.

"So, why are you sitting here then?"

"Because." I replied.

"Because wh-" She was cut off by Mr. DeLaney.

"Michael, leave the poor girl alone. It's bad enough that she has to go to school with you." He raised his eyebrows, smiling a bit.

I sighed, obeying what he said. Elizabeth looked genuinely surprised.

"Thanks, Mr. DeLaney." She said politely.

"No problem, dear." He smiled, cleaning the counter.

"Hey, Mr. DeLaney?" He lifted his head a little bit, "What do you think the chances are of me getting a job here?"

"Pretty good, considering it's only my wife and I here." He replied. "Oh, and Elizabeth, too."

"Thank you, Mr. DeLaney." She smiled, getting up to throw her trash away.

"Anytime, Liza. You two start on Saturday, be here by 10 a.m." He looked between the both of us.

"No problem." We said at the same time.

Elizabeth looked at me, before turning around and exiting the shop.