May 28th, 2016
She simply laughed.
I'd been stuttering incoherently for the past several seconds, trying to get out a genuine sorry whilst finding that all I could think about were her damn blue, doe eyes. But they weren't just blue, and they were so much better than any other. They were like this... flecked mixture of sky and sea, with pieces of earth and grass meeting somewhere in between. I stood, dumbfounded, finally having the sense to shut my mouth.
She giggled on, clearly amused.
"You stutter so, and yet I'm told you're the smoothest of your band." She smirked softly, fiddling with the name tag around her neck. Her voice... god, I can't even explain it. Not silk, yet not sandpaper - not sugar, but not salt; just an angel calling to my ears.
I bit my lip. "Many like to think I'm like that, and usually I am." I smiled.
"So what's my exception?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Y-You're bloody g-gorgeous." I muttered, peeking up at her from my position of head angled downwards.
She simply laughed. Tilting her head slightly, she held out a hand, grinning, her wavy and sunkissed strawberry-blonde hair shifting over her shoulders as she too bit her lip.
"Lucy, at your service, Sir Clifford."
I laughed softly, taking her hand. I hated handshakes, so instead, I pulled her closer, embracing her in a somewhat - sweaty hug (not that she appeared to mind as she reciprocated the gesture).
"You sound like the crew in Black Flag." I smiled.
"That's what I was going for." She whispered, winking.
"Gotta Brendon, see you, Sir Clifford!" She called back as she jogged off.
"It's Michael!" I called back.
Pretty sure I heard a snort of laughter.
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Somewhere I Belong || mgc
Fanfic"I'll be your haven if you be my outline." ▲▲▲ ° ▲▲▲ Michael Clifford has never felt that he belongs. He feels the outcast - in his band, in his family. Until, that is, he meets dorky video game fanatic Lucy. -- has dates, but does not follow slfl t...
