Chapter 30
Stephanie's POV
It's been about a week since Ashton and I had apologized, and nothing had really changed much. Michael and I still played on Xbox Live together, Ashton and I didn't talk, and Calum and Luke didn't talk to me much either. I didn't expect them to, as I know they didn't prefer me.
My phone rang, making me pause my game and reach for it. I looked at the caller ID, and saw it was Michael.
"Yeah?" I answered, picking at the nails on my left hand, my phone in the other one.
"Oh, okay, no 'hello Michael?' I see how it is." I heard the familiar voice on the other end say, and I rolled my eyes.
"If I were with you right now, I would've punched you in the face for saying that." I smiled while speaking, knowing that I wouldn't have actually punched Michael.
"Wow, harsh. But anyways, I called to know if you wanted to go out tonight!" Michael said excitedly, I could tell he had been planning this for awhile. I could practically see his smile and jittery movements.
"Hm..." I mumbled, glancing back at my television screen. Play on the Xbox, or go out with Michael? The answer was obvious, "I would love-" I then cut myself off, remembering what I had planned for today.
I've always wanted to dye my hair, so why not dye it the same color as my boyfriend? Yes, I had planned on dying my hair a mixture of purple and black. It took me about three days to convince my mom and dad into letting me do it, but I had gotten them on my side. My original plan was to do it today, so I wasn't sure if I could go with Michael.
"What time would you be getting me?" I asked into the phone, Michael still hadn't questioned me cutting off my answer before.
"I'd be getting you around seven or eight."
Well, it was about one in the afternoon now, so I definitely have enough time.
"Yeah, sure. Just one more question." I stood up from my beanbag chair, walking over to my bed.
"What is it?" Michael asked.
"Is this a date?"
There was a pause on the other end, then Michael finally answered, "Yes."
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I got ready, but didn't know where we were going, Michael insisted that it be a "surprise." He didn't tell me to dress casual or fancy, so I sort of winged it.
I was wearing a plain, tight black shirt (the sleeves go to the middle of my arm), a flowy white skirt (credit to Clara for that), and my black Vans. I figured that the top half of me looked semi-fancy and the shoes just made me look like less of a try hard. My purple hair was a nice touch.
The hair turned out quite good, except the black didn't show as much as the purple did. There was also dye on the tops of my ears, but there was really nothing I could do about it.
I brushed my teeth, made sure my hair looked fine, then ran downstairs to see my father waiting by the front door.
He glared at my hair as soon as he came into view of me. He seemed dissapointed, but quickly turned his face into a smile.
"Your hair looks really good on you." He said, and I smiled appreciatively. I know my parents were trying their hardest to accept that I had different tastes in music, clothing, and people than they did.
"Thanks, dad." I said simply.
"So, when is this boy supposed to come?" My dad asked, throwing his hands into the pockets of the black dress pants he had on. God, how did he even dress in that everyday of his life, button up shirts with dress pants, every single day. It was horrid to be quite honest.
