Blue Jeans (Michael Clifford)

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It was Sunday morning, and I woke up with a panging headache. Why was it that I constantly got into fights with Michael? I mean, I only met the boy about a week ago, and it had already seemed like eternity. I just seriously wish we could get along. He has the potential in becoming one of my best friends, but he just screws it up all the time. I couldn’t think of anything else to do, except to call Luke. “Hello? Luke?” I asked. “What do you want Carrie?” He sounded upset. “Geez calm down, Hemmings.” I laughed at this. “Carrie what do you want?” Luke asked in an even angrier tone. “Well first of all I want to know what’s up with that nasty attitude of yours.” I slipped on my bunny slippers. “I’m the one with an attitude? You were the one who was getting all mad at Michael last night.” Michael had probably already told him.

“Listen it was his fault for getting upset that I said yes to Ashton. It was stupid of him to yell at me.” I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. “And it was stupid of you to tell him that he’s not your friend. You know he has feelings to, Carrie. The whole damn world doesn’t revolve around you.” This was the first time I ever seen Luke this mad. “Why the hell does it matter to you?” I spat back, angry at his words. “It doesn’t. You’re the one who’s calling me.” He clicked off, and the line went dead.

Great, so now I’m down to zero friends. I grind my teeth in frustration and kick the covers that are resting against my leg, and stand up. I walk to the bathroom and do my normal routine of brushing my teeth and brushing my hair. I race down the halls and take a seat at the kitchen counter. I look over to the electronic stove and the clock reads “10:03 a.m.” so I’m guessing my parents already went to church without waking me up, great. I was actually looking forward to praying to Jesus today.

With no one to speak to, I find my last resort on Instagram. I scroll through my newsfeed and decide to go to Ashton’s profile. His most recent picture was from his birthday party and I was in it! It made me feel a little special. The caption read, “had fun tonight with the babeXD”. Why had I not seen this picture already? I really don’t even remember him taking it, but at least I looked decent. Maybe I should text him to see what time he was coming, because I was getting bored every second I wasn’t doing something.

He responded almost at lightning speed saying, “probably about 1? Maybe if you want?” I replied with a simple “okay sureeee:) 1p.m. is perfect” and with that, I left my phone on the kitchen counter.

I traveled around the house, and plugged the speakers into the wall, blaring Miley’s new album. I decided to sweep the specks of dirt that had managed to have gotten all over the floor. I could hear my phone vibrating so I dashed to the other side of the room. It was an incoming FaceTime call from Ashton, so I answered it, not giving it a second thought.

“BOO! Hey Carrie what’s up?” He asked. He looked so awake with his eyes so bright and his hair fixed so neat. “Not much, just listening to music.” I smiled. “Oh really? What song?” he smiled. “Adore you by Miley Cyrus! It’s a really good song.” I felt like saying a lot more, but I wanted to keep everything short and simple. “I know I just said I’d pick you up at one o’clock but I’m really bored so would it be wrong if I came right now?” Ashton spoke the words I had been thinking.

“No of course not. I’ll just go get ready right now!” I waved goodbye to him, and sprinted into my room. I pulled my closet door open, trying to decide what to wear. I pulled out a white cropped shirt and my overall shorts to match it.

When I walked into my bathroom I took a quick shower, and moisturized my face. I had to blow dry my damp hair and comb through it. After I was finished I finally put on my clothes and slipped on a pair of ivory sandals.  I heard a knock at my front door, and rushed to open it.