Savannah // Michael Clifford

3.1 - Parents

Savannah

I could curse Michael until I was blue in the face for springing this type of surprise on me. Any type of warning from someone would have been nice, because the fifteen or so hours on a plane was definitely not enough time to prepare for meeting his parents.

During the whole thing, I am positive I didn't even get a full hour of sleep because each time I got close enough to the passing out, my mind would throw a new twist on how his mom and dad would see me. Michael had talked about them a lot to me and each time it was of how much they already loved me. You would think that it would make me feel better but it doesn't.

In fact it makes me more nervous because I felt like I now had an expectation to live up to with them. Maybe they had seen me a certain way produced by media reports. I wanted them to like me for me and not what was wrote about me; especially with everything that has happened lately.

"Don't be nervous." Michael whispered in my ear as we were riding in a cab to his parent's house.

The time at the airport had been relatively easy with our late arrival. Apparently we didn't tip off anyone with our leaving last night.

With his words, I looked up Michael. "Easy for you to say. They're your parents."

I closed my eyes after, leaning my head to lie on his shoulder. It was a fairly long cab ride, so I had a little time to spare with a (hopeful) shut eye from the exhaustion of the plane ride.

"Aw, babe, I promise you, everything is going to be fine. I already love you so much and I know with being around you for a second they will too. Besides, you're only going to be meeting my dad tonight. Mom went out with Calum's mom today and they got back really late so she's already asleep."

With that now swirling in my mind, I tried to calm myself and not even think about it.

Deciding to switch off the topic of his mom and onto one less nerve inducing, I asked about his band mates. "Does your band know that you came back early or are you going to surprise them too?"

The soft light of the street lamps going down the streets gave enough light for me to be able to see Michael's face. The sheepish grin he wore had me wondering. "Well, you see. I really meant to but it kind of, maybe, slipped my mind?"

"Come on, Savannah. You're going to have to leave this room sooner or later." Michael laughed, seeing me sitting cross legged on his old bed. It was now morning and he was trying to get me to go out of the room.

His room was painted a dark blue but you could only tell that because there was only a small piece of space showing because of the many posters that were hung up. His bed sat against the wall next to a window, and his television stood on top of an old dresser.

"I'm going to choose later than." My 'hmph' and cross of the arms caused him to shake his head and walk over to the bed.

"Did you really just?" He asked.

"Stop it. I'm extremely nervous and the anxiety isn't helping me either."

I fell back on the bed, my hands covering my face as I willed tears to not fall. Damn anxiety, just go away for once.

"Babe." Michael laid down beside me, stroking my arm. "It's not something I've ever dealt with, that's why I'm not going to tell you that your anxiety doesn't need to flare up because you're meeting my mom. I just want you to know that no matter what, she will like you. You're one of the most down to earth girls I've ever met. You love with a big passion, and have a loving nature about you. There's literally nothing I can find that I don't love with you and I know that she'll feel the same way."