Blue Jeans (Michael Clifford)

07

I woke up early the next morning, and cleaned up my whole house. It was only 7 and Ashton would be here around 10 but I really didn’t care. I was fixing the couches, and I heard my phone ring so I picked it up. “Hello?” I said. I hadn’t looked at who it was. “Hey Carrieeeeee!” I heard Luke’s voice scream into the phone. “Hey! What’s up? Why are you calling me this early?” I bit at my fingernails. “Because I didn’t drop you off last night so I was calling to check on you.” He said. “Oh. Oh yeah, I forgot about that.” I tried to sound clueless. “But anyways I-“I was cut off by a noise in the background. “Luke are you with someone?” I asked. “Yeah. Actually last night I just crashed at Michaels. Didn’t feel like driving.” He simply said. “Oh.” I replied.

I didn’t like the idea of Luke spending so much time with Michael. I mean after all he was my best friend. But he didn’t have many other guy friends to talk to, so why ruin his fun? It just bothered me and made me so- jealous.

“Well I gotta go. Ashton could be picking me up any moment.” I lied. “Oh hanging out with him again I see.” Luke whistled into the phone. “Goodbye Luke. And tell Michael I said hey.” I hung up, not even waiting for a reply.

I walked into my room and plopped onto the bed. Maybe I could have a nice sleep before I went out. I mean, I woke up early and cleaned so I think I deserved it. I climbed under the covers and shut my eyes, and in just a few minutes I was asleep.

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I emerged from my bed and the clock read 11:48. I ran into the bathroom and changed into my white blouse and high-wasted jeans, before applying my black eyeshadow and mascara. I slipped on my sandals and sprinted out of my room grabbing my phone. I ran into the livingroom and checked for any missed calls: none. I noticed my mom and dad getting ready to go grocery shopping and stopped them on their tracks to ask if anyone had rang the doorbell while I was asleep. They said no, and with that they left. I groaned and decided to call Ashton myself. It went to voice mail for about the fourth time trying. I gave up and went outside on my porch.

I brought my school bag and began to draw on my hand. I drew flowers and scribbles of all sorts, before pulling out my phone and playing some stupid app. I plugged my headphones in and played Rita Ora’s whole album to lift my spirits a bit. My phone began to vibrate and Luke was calling. “Hey Luke!” I tried sounding enthusiastic. “Hey Carrie, did Ashton already come?” He asked. The sound of his name sent a chill surging through my body. “He-he stood me up.” I said in between sobs.

I was crying? I never cried, especially over something this stupid. “Carrie? You okay?” He seemed concerned. “No.” I cried even harder. “Hey, hey stop crying alright? It’ll be okay. I’m coming over right now.” He hung up quickly. I stood up from the floor, and went back in.

After what seemed like forever, Luke and Michael arrived. Luke and Michael stepped out of the car, and I just ran in for a hug from both of them. I didn’t have to say anything or even cry to show how sad I was. They already knew, and I really didn’t feel like talking about it again.

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We had got back to my home, and I had forgotten about the whole Ashton drama. Michael just stayed at my house with me, and said he was just going to take the subway home. Luke had to make it home before his curfew, so he totally agreed to that.

We sat in my living room and just talked. I had only known Michael for less than a week, but it felt like a very long time. “I totally slayed you at laser tag today.” I finally said. He just chuckled, and shook his head. “You definitely did not, Carrie.” He grabbed a pillow, and rested his head on it. “Are you okay?” He said. “Yeah of course I am. Why would I be?” I replied. “Because of the- Ashton guy.” He muttered under his breath.

I shook a little when he said his name, but tried to remain calm.  We weren’t even together or anything. He was just a guy in my English class, and nothing more. Not like I helped him with his friends at the party or didn’t just kiss him or anything right? “It’s okay. I mean I was just getting to know him. I’m good.” I tried to reassure him. “If you say so. I just think he was really stupid for standing up someone as nice and pretty as you.” Michael pet my head. I laughed.  

The doorbell rang, and I turned to look at the clock. It was almost eleven who could it be? “It’s probably my parents. They probably got locked out or something.” I stood up from the couch, and went to the door. I fiddled with my keys and finally got it open, and there stood Ashton with a flower in his hand. “Ready?” He said. “Ashton it’s almost eleven o’ clock. “I know.” He said. “Listen Ashton I have company over, and even if I didn’t I don’t want to go anywhere with you.” I emphasized the word anywhere. “Listen Carrie, I’m really sorry for today, and I want to make it up; please?” he practically begged. “Ashton I’m not sure about that. I called you and texted you and you couldn’t even reply to me? Now you want another chance?” I yelled - whispered. “Yeah?” He said as if his answer was so logical.

“I’ll make it up tomorrow Carrie, I swear!” Ashton grabs ahold of my hands. I can’t help to not feel bad for not giving this poor boy another chance, and so I finally say yes. “I won’t mess this up, promise.” He hands me the rose, kisses my forehead, and stalks off, before stopping and spinning around on his heels. “Goodnight Carrie.” He smiles, revealing his adorable dimples. I close the door, and smile. “Who was it?” Michael snaps me out of my daydream. I pull the rose behind my back. “Um, it was just Ashton.” I casually say. “And?” Michael asked. “And he asked if I wanted to go out tomorrow.” I finished. “Then you said no to him, right?” Michael squinted his face. “No I said yeah.” I pulled the rose from behind my back and admired it for a while.

“Why are you so nice Carrie? Don’t you see that he- he just stood you up? And you’re just okay and jolly with that?” His voice got louder. “I can think for myself, thank you. And what does it matter to you?” I yelled. “I don’t know, I’m your friend who’s trying to help you.” He lowered his voice. “Friend?” I laughed at the word. “I’ve barely even known you. You are not my friend.” I regretted my words immediately. Michael gave me this look that I had never seen before. His eyes looked shiny and glossed, almost as if he were about to cry. “Michael I’m-“Michael cut me off. “I think it’s time for me to go now. Goodnight Carrie.” He ran out the door, not waiting for my answer. I threw myself onto the couch, and groaned. Just then, my parents came home. “Hey Carrie, how was your day kiddo?” My dad tousled my hair. “Great, just great.” I faked a big smile.