Dark Versus Light

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Michael pulled my body closer to him and pressed his body against me. I didn't understand this feeling because I've felt like this before, but something was telling me that it wasn't right. He rolled over so that I was on top of him, my fingers combing through his surprisingly soft hair.

"Hey Michael-" Luke said being cut off short.

I jumped quickly off of Michael.

"Yeah Luke?" Michael said, drawling his thick accent.

"What the fuck man! Why were you kissing Isabelle!" Luke said shouting.

"Calm down dude, it's not like you care. She's a sweet person also. I don't know why you and Savanna don't like her," Michael said throwing his hands into the air.

"I won't calm down when you're kissing my girl." Luke said, with his fists balled up by his side.

Wait. His girl? What does he even mean by that? My mind questioned.

Luke's eyes went wide. "I-I didn't mean it like that," he stammered.

"What did you mean? Because you don't show any respect for Isabelle here so I find it hard to believe that you would say something like that," Michael said raising a slender eyebrow.

"I... You know what Michael can you please leave? I want to talk to Isabelle alone." Luke shooed Michael away.

"Isabelle... I didn't mean to say that. I don't know what I was thinking. I guess I kind of like you. I mean I have for a really long time now, but you know I'm with Savanna and stuff so..." Luke said trailing off.

"Wow. I didn't expect that." I said shaking my head.

"Yeah well I'm sorry about that, I'm going to go now bye!" Luke said running out of the room, leaving me in my own thoughts.

Luke liked me? Like actually like me? Or was this one of his manipulating games that in the end will leave me broken.

I trudged downstairs to find Michael sprawled across the couch. Luke left somewhere, and Ashton went to babysit his sister. Calum was forging the kitchen for food.

I took a seat next to Michael.

"Look Isabelle," Michael said breathing in my ear.

"I'm sorry I kissed you. And I know that it's a lame excuse for an apology, but I've always liked you for awhile now," He said looking down.

"Mikey... I like you too."

His eyes went wide and he looked deeply into my eyes.

"Are you serious?" He quizzed.

"Yes I'm positive. I've liked you too for awhile as well."

Michael grinned and got on one knee.

"Isabelle Claire Cumberbatch, will you do the honour of going on a date with me tonight?" Michael said smirking and laughing.

"You big cheese ball. And of course I will," I said getting up and hugging him.

He ruffled my hair. "Good kid, I'll pick you up at 6. Wear something nice if you'd like. I'm going to go," Michael said, backing away squeezing my hand.

I checked my phone. I had four hours before Michael came and picked me up.

Michael texted the group chat that Ashton made with Calum, Michael, and Luke.

Michael: guys guess what?

Luke: what?

Michael: I asked Isabelle to go on a date with me :)

Ashton: Congrats, Mate!

Calum: yeah man that's awesome. how are you feeling Isabelle?

Isabelle: Eh

Michael: ... :-\

Isabelle: I'm joking you cheese ball. Of course I'm stoked.

I walked up stairs, killing time by watching Shane Dawson. I rolled off my bed and grabbed my guitar and started strumming.

Gravity, don't mean too much to me, these pigs are after me, after you, run away, like it was yesterday, so we could run away, run away from here.

I've got a bullet proof heart, you've got a hollow point smile, me and my runaway scars...

I sighed, becoming impatient with the many hours to go. I decided to kill time by taking a shower.

I

stripped of my clothes and stepped into the shower. I let the hot missiles of water pour down my back, letting m skin turn red. I grabbed my fruity shampoo and massaged my head. I stood in the hot shower for a while, letting my thoughts flood my brain.

I stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my body. I rummaged through my closet and found a floral black and red dress that hugged my mid-section tightly and flowed freely at the bottom. I picked out a pair of black Vans and let my hair dry out naturally.

I decided to wear some winged eyeliner and mascara. I walked over to my nightstand and checked the time. There was about thirty minutes until Michael arrived. Michael Clifford. The first time we spoke to me was not too long ago, but I remember seeing the coloured haired boy in the hallways laughing with friends. I've always thought he was good looking, and I knew he was popular. I couldn't believe that I was going on a date with Michael Clifford.

I grabbed my earbuds and phone and stumbled downstairs in a hurry. Michael's car pulled up and I watched him walk up to the door. He knocked on the door, and I was greeted with a red-haired Michael. He looked stunning in nice black skinnies with a nice dark red button up shirt.

"You look nice Isabelle," Michael said smirking.

"As do you, sir," I said curtseying.

He let out a girlish giggle. He offered an arm, and I gladly took it.

He led me out to his car, and we both jammed out to blink-182 and Green Day. Michael had an angelic voice, one that I had never knew about, and I couldn't stop listening.

He pulled in front of Christos.

"I'm sorry this isn't a really fancy place. I tried to afford the best I could," Michael said sheepishly.

"It's okay. We don't need some really fancy dinner place to have a great first date Mikey. I would have been fine with Maccas (McDonalds)," I said, touching his back lightly.

"Well how about I save that for our second date," He said winking at me.

"Table for two," Michael said with a bright smile at the waitress.

"This way."

"So how are you feeling?"

"I'm good. I'm sorry but I'm really hungry so don't expect me to get a dainty salad," I said in the matter of fact.

He let out a low chuckle.

"Me too."

After talking with Michael for a few minutes, a waitress came to our table.

"Hi what can I get you guys?"

"I'll have the BLT with fries ma'am," Michael said, not taking his eyes off of me.

"I'll have the tuna melt with fries please," I said smiling.

"Coming right up!" She said walking away, glancing back at Michael.

"Isabelle...There's something you don't know about me. Please don't let it change the way you view me. Most people don't know this either," Michael said with pleading eyes.

I felt my stomach drop.

"I won't. What is it?"

"Well... You see... I..."