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03. Till I Lost - Tom Odell

"Just walking these towns with you would be enough."

Michael has always loved art, adored it to say the least. Since he was small art has always been his favorite class at school, but once he turned twelve Michael began to bring his passion for art home with him. He asked for pretty markers and paints and huge canvases for his birthday and Christmas, and that's what he always received. His parents found it funny actually how the stereotypes in their twins were quite wrong. While Michael was the creative artist, who loved to write and read and was quite sensitive, his sister was the one who played every sport imaginable and had the toughest skin of anyone the Clifford's had ever met.

Five years later and Michael is still absolutely infatuated with art. He is very talented in every piece he does, probably because he spends hours working until it's complete perfection, that's just how he has always been. Sure, he's a little weird, from his hobbies to his music taste and fashion sense, he isn't exactly 'normal' but he likes it that way.

Michael wakes up exhausted to his mother pounding on the door. He grumbles slightly and immediately regrets staying up late last night working on the painting stood against the wall across from him. Making his way into the bathroom, he grabs his phone turning on his absolute favorite band, Modern Baseball, for some background noise. He tidies up his unruly black hair and brushes his teeth, putting on deodorant without a reminder from his mother for the first time in a while.

Traipsing across his floors he opens the door to his closet and looks around at the clothing options. Michael has always loved clothes and fashion, and even though a lot of people say he dresses like a sad confused old woman, he doesn't mind. After searching for the right outfit he finally pulls everything out and starts to strip out of his pajamas. He pulls clean boxers up his legs as well as a pair of loose fitting black jeans. He throws on a white long sleeve and puts a yellow and black striped t-shirt over it. He pulls his favorite socks over his feet, tucking them under his jeans that are slightly rolled up. His mother got him the socks for his birthday, Van Gogh's starry night was sewn into the fabric and he absolutely loved them. He finishes tying up his high top black vans just as his sister, Scarlette, walks in. She's shouting some bullshit about being late but Mike just flips her off and laughs telling her he'll be down in a minute.

One by one the Clifford kids leave the house, Michael being the last one obviously, and tumble into Scarlettes old green jeep. On the way to school Michael can't help but hope he see's Luke again in art. Already having a tiny crush on the pretty blonde boy.

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By the time the lunch bell rings Michael is ready to murder everyone. The day has sucked and he's only been in four classes. Luke wasn't in art and on top of that already annoying Michael, someone spilled their damn orange juice all over his sketchbook. In history Mr. Williams decided to yell at Michael for no reason and to top it off his Music teacher was absent and instead they had some dumbass of an old man who just yelled the whole time. Mike's headache is too much to handle and he decides to call it a day, walking out the back door and heading to the closest art store, Lillian's, to buy a new sketchbook.

The air outside is hot and Michael just becomes more annoyed as he feels his shirt stick to his back. He silently thanks everything holy when he sees the familiar black 'Lillian's" sign only a few feet down the road from him. Michael has always loved the store; it's an artists dream inside, having everything you could ever want. Walking in he immediately feels like a kid in a candy shop, smiling at the nice middle-aged woman behind the counter and stalking off towards the back.