Fitting In // MGC

Chapter 9

*shelby*

I wake up to feel a warm body holding me tight. I look up to see Michael. I i nuzzle my face into his chest and fall back asleep.

Im running down an alley being chased by something "leave me alone!" I scream at the figure walking towards me. I run and run until i get stuck in a dead end. Shit. "WHO ARE YOU!" I start to cry because i have no clue whats going on. "Nobody loves you. Nobody will ever respect you the way you want to be. Theres no point of being alive." Says the figure. The voice is so familiar. I stand against the wall trying to find a way out of here. The person comes closer and closer and they finally reach the street light. It was my mom. I could see my mom reach behind her back to get something. She pulls out a knife and gets closer and closer to me. "STAY AWAY FROM ME AHH," I scream so someone can hear me. My mom is close enough she jabs the knife in my stomach and repeatedly keeps stabbing me.

"Shelby! Wake up!" I hear someone. And i shoot up really quick. I rub my eyes and i feel sweaty and my breath is fast. "What happened?" I ask looking at Michael. "You must of been having a bad dream. You were screaming." He says pulling me into a hug.

I then think for a minute and remind myself of the nightmare. I hug Michael back really tightly. "Hey can i take a shower real quick?" I ask. "Sure, if i can join you." He says with a smirk. "Haha your funny" i say getting up and started heading to the bathroom.

I take my shower and look at my hair in the mirror. Geez my blue hair is fading. Im probably gonna get it done today.

I get dressed and leave the bathroom. Walk out and see no mikey. "Michael?" I look around. I look under the bed and i hear a noise from the closet. I slowly walk over to the closet and open the doors as fast as i can and there comes michael screaming out trying to scare me.

"AHHH" he says jumping out. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" i say running into the hallway. "Hahaha michael laughs coming into the hallway. "You fucking bitch." I slightly yell. "Aweee was the poor baby scared." He says walking towards me pulling me into a hug. "Ah shut up you twat."

I hug him tight cause hes so warm and smells so good. "Hey michael i was gonna go get my hair redid wanna come?" "Sure, i should get my hair done too. What color you getting?" " probably red."

We let go from our embrace. And head down stairs to leave. We get in the car and turn some music on. " I CALL CHOOSING MUSIC." I scream. "Ugh bitch." He says rolling his eyes. He always chooses music and its my turn.

I put on some Green Day and we rock out to Wake Me Up When September Ends.

"Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends
Like my father's come to pass
Seven years has gone so fast
Wake me up when September ends"

Michael and i start to sing but he stops while I continue.

"Here comes the rain again
Falling from the stars
Drenched in my pain again
Becoming who we are
As my memory rests
But never forgets what I lost
Wake me up when September ends

Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends
Ring out the bells again
Like we did when spring began
Wake me up when September ends

Here comes the rain again
Falling from the stars
Drenched in my pain again
Becoming who we are
As my memory rests
But never forgets what I lost
Wake me up when September ends

Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends
Like my father's come to pass
Twenty years has gone so fast
Wake me up when September ends
Wake me up when September ends
Wake me up when September ends"

The song ends and i take a breath. "Why did you stop?" I ask. "Because you have a beautiful voice and i wanted to hear you sing." "Your funny," i say punching him, "i sound like a giraffe on a highway." I added. "Shut up and believe me." Michael says. "Geez okay"

We pull up to holiday hair salon. "Are you getting yours done?" I ask. "Yeah, what color you getting again?" "Red" "okay."

We walk into the salon and we are greeted by this girl who looked to be in her 40s. "Hello! Welcome to holiday hair, how can i help you?" "Hi. Uh were were hoping you had 2 free spots for now?" I ask.

"Uh let me check...Yes we do! What would u like today?" The lady says.

"Can we get our hair dyed?" Michael asks. "Sure! Hey you look familiar. Arnt you in a band on YouTube?" The lady asks. Michael smiles and says, "uh yeah thats me." "My daughter love your guy's music!" "Thank you very much." Michael says still with a smile on his adorable face.

His face is so, perfect. He's perfect. The way he smiles. They his eyes shine in the bright light. No, stop it Shelby. You cant like him. That will ruin your friendship and reputation. Bad girls so have 'crushes'

"Shelby.." Michael nudges me. "Wh-what?" I say coming back to reality. (AN: Eminem came to my mind) "its time and you were starring at me." "Oh sorry."

I walk to the chair and the hair dresser began with my hair.

I loved how it turned out. It was a nice light red. I look over to see mikey got the same color. I slightly laugh to myself and looked away. This boy. He did this on purpose probably.

I get out of my chair to walk to michael. "I see you chose the nice red that is on my head." I say shoving his shoulders playfully. "Hey shut up, i wanted to match okay?" I laugh and we pay for our hair.

As we are about to leave we are interrupted by someone calling michaels name. "No way, its the michael clifford." We both turn around to see a beautiful girl with blonde hair and a better figure than me.

"Oh. Hi mealisa." He says mumbling. "So how has my EX boyfriend been?" She asks getting louder on the word ex. "Better since you have been gone." Michael says crossing his arms.

Mealisa rolls her eyes and looks over to me. "Whos this little whore?" She says walking towards me. Michael quickly goes and blocks me off so she would stay away from me."We are leaving now." Michael says grabbing my hand and quickly leaving.

"That was your ex? You dated her?" I ask. "Sadly yes, i regret every single moment with that bitch." He says angry.

"This is weird but do you wanna get matching tattoos? So we remember we are always here for each other and to never forget about each other. Wait never thats stup-" Michael rants but i cut him off. "Lmao sure. You have a soft side clifford haha." I say. "No i do not" he mumbles. "What was that?" I say laughing. "Come on lets get those tattoos you softy michael wants."