Baby Clifford

Parent-Teacher Conference

Michael hated though things. He made Jaycee go to them normally. "Please Jaycee, I'll do anything!" "No, Michael. I've gone to all of them. You can suck it up and deal with them this year!" Jaycee yelled on the phone. The other guys didn't go to them cause their kids poured heart and soul into them about school. Michael got the cold shoulder. "Michael, I'm tired and my boyfriend just broke up with me. Just go. Please. I'm annoyed by everything right now. I'm sorry, but just do it. Maybe you'll some things today because of it. Plus the teachers been asking why I come and you don't. They'll be amazed to see you. Michael don't come home and yell at Melody because of what some of the teachers say about her." Jaycee explained. "Alright, but at least tell me I can wear normal clothes." Michael replied. "Nope. Dad clothes Michael, theres teachers and parents with little children there, dad clothes." She stated. "Damn it. Okay thanks." He said and hung up.

"You're really going to the stupid parent teacher conference?" Melody asked, unbelievably, at the door way. "Yeah, why?" Michael questioned back. "I'm in high school. I've been going to the same school district my whole life. I don't get why you make Jaycee go to them. Ryan's mum hasn't gone to one since our sixth grade year. Vince's mum goes cause she's a strick and religious nut, making sure her kid isn't going to school with little devils." Melody scoffed. "The conference is so stupid. Oh your child is blah blah blah." Melody made a fake puking noise and went to her guitar. "How do you know?" Michael asked. "I went my freshman year with Jaycee. Don't you dare think about it. I see all of them five times a week for most of my life, I'm not going to see them on my day off." She stated and strummed a few cords to a song Michael didn't recognize. "I don't blame you." Michael admitted. "Thank you." She mentioned and slowed on her rhythm. "Just make sure my dad clothes are okay." Michael said and went to his bedroom.

Michael hated the dad clothes. He groaned and stripped off his band tee and black skinny jeans, leaving him in his boxers and socks. "I hate this," he mumbled and put on a white button up then black dress pants. He tucked his shirt in and grimaced at his appearance in the mirror and he wasn't even done. He put on his black business men like shoes. He took out his earrings, Jaycee agreed to the
eyebrow since he had a terrible time removing it. He brushed his red hair and made sure none of it was sticking up, so his hair was flat. "God, I'm old." Michael said as he looked at his reflection again. He remembered his twenty year old self, now he was practically doubled that.

His dad clothes showed his real age in him. Michael hated knowing he was in his forties. He didn't think he acted like it. Yeah, he and the guys stopped going to clubs and went to the local bar instead of the bar hopping like they used to do, but still. Forties. The word made him shudder, knowing he was in that section now. He feared of having wrinkles when Melody graduated or got married, but of course he was slightly over exaggerating.

"Dad, you done?" Melody called. He sighed and stepped into the living room. "Holy shit!" Melody exclaimed at his appearance. "I need a picture of this." Melody said, basically to herself, and grabbed her phone and snapped a picture of Michael. "Dad enough for you?" Michael questioned and turned in a circle. "Impressively Dad enough." She smiled. "Do I look old though?" Michael pouted. "You look more your age." Melody smiled. "I feel like you're enjoying this a little too much." Michael spoke. "I don't get to see the dad version of Michael Clifford very much. Of course I'm going to enjoy it too much." She remarked.

"Is there any teachers that I have to look out for?" Michael asked. She shrugged, "Probably the math teacher." She stated and returned to her strumming. "Is it Liz?" Melody looked up from her guitar and had a look at Michael like he was going mentally crazy. "Liz retired before I was in high school." Melody spoke like Michael went crazy. "Damn it." Michael mumbled. "I've got a prick that-" "Please watch the language." Michael spoke. "That can't teach slow and stupid at math students." She grumbled. Michael sighed at his girl's anger with the math teacher. "There isn't any other teachers I have to worry about?" Michael questioned. Melody shook her head. "Okay, I'm going to head out then. Be good. I love you." Michael spoke and kissed her forehead before leaving.