Rejects 《Michael Clifford》

A Night of Nonsense Pt 1

When I woke up from my nap, I immediately checked my phone and saw that I had 3 missed calls and 7 text messages, all from Michael. I sighed as I briefly read through the messages and listened to the voice mails he left me. I checked the time and noticed that school was about to get out. I figured I'd have to explain everything to him again and I'd rather do that in my own territory. So I decided to send him a text.

To: Michael

Come over?

I immediately got a response from him.

To: Best Friend

Only if you explain what happened this morning

After promising I would and sending him my address, I walked out of my room and went downstairs to grab something to drink. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water. I cracked open the top and chugged it like I was dying of thirst.

Soon after, Brianna er- Brie walked into the house and smiled at me. "Hey sweetie, are you feeling better?" I looked up and nodded, placing my water on the counter. "That's good, are you hungry? I can make you something to eat?"

I stilled at her words, "Uh, no thanks, I'm not hungry. But I was wondering if I could have a friend over." I paused, feeling slightly nervous and not knowing what her answer would be. She just smiled, looking happy for me and said, "Of course! Who is it? What's their name?"

I told her about Michael and how I kept running into him, literally. She asked me if I liked him to which she received a resounding "No". After I explained to her that he was just a friend, I heard a knock on the front door. "That's him, I'll get it."

I awkwardly excused myself and went to answer the door. I opened it and my eyes landed on the 6'1 boy with turquoise hair that claimed me as his best friend. I smiled slightly and wrapped my arms around him. "Well, someone looks excited to see me," he chuckled. I simply nodded and led him into my house.

Soon after, Brie came into the living room from the kitchen, smiling expectantly. I finally got the hint and spoke up, "Oh um, Michael, this is my step mom, Brie." They smiled and exchanged hellos. "Well, I'd love to stay and chat," Michael said and I furrowed my brows in confusion, "but this one here, owes me an explanation." He smiled at me smugly. I shot Brie an apologetic glance and ushered Michael up the stairs towards my room.

We walked through the door and his eyes started scanning my walls. Most of them were bare except for one. My music wall. It's where I put up pages of song lyrics and different posters of bands that I liked. My instruments were also sitting up against that wall. "Your room is bland," He said, then pointed towards my music wall, "Except for that wall. That's the cool wall." I chuckled at his statement and watched him cross my room and sit on my bed. He patted the spot beside him and I followed suit. After we were both settled in, he broke the silence.

"This morning, you looked scared. Not to mention the cuts on your face. What happened?" He spoke in a soft voice laced with concern. I sighed and mumbled, "I got in a fight." He looked at me confused, his eyebrows furrowed. "Okay? Details would be great right now!", he exclaimed. I was fidgeting with my hands again, something I do when I'm nervous or when I'm in awkward situations, like right now for instance.

I chewed on the inside of my lip until Michael pulled my face up to meet his. "Ronnie," he said sternly, "What happened?" I broke his gaze and looked out the window that was next to my bed. "I was walking to school. Some girl and her friends were saying stuff about me so I told them to shut it." He looked at me expectedly, "Okay, and then what?" I sighed and peered back at him, "Then she jumped me. She just started beating me up for no fucking reason. When I was able to get back up, I ran."