I'm Not Perfect (Michael Clifford)

Chapter 47

Chapter 47

“Tomorrow’s my brother’s birthday” I say looking up at Michael with wide eyes.

“I promised Jacob that when I go away to college, I will always come visit him on his birthday, if I can’t at any other time.” I say beginning to feel guilty

“It’s fine, Charlie” Michael says, placing a hand on my back. “You’ll see him soon enough.”

“I don’t think you understand” I say playing with my hands, “He doesn’t have that much positivity in his life, and I don’t think me picking up and leaving helped that any. So I need to go see him”

“Alright, calm down.” Michael says quietly to put me at ease.

“We’ll go to see him tomorrow, ok?” Michael offers, “I have the day off”

“Ok” I smile, relaxing my shoulders.

“Then what am I going to do for the day?” Luke complains.

“Hang out with me I guess” Ashton shrugs.

“I guess so” Luke says.

…..

“Charlie!” Michael yells from the other side of the door, it scares me enough that I fall off the bed.

I glance at the clock, its 7:30 on a Saturday, why am I awake? I look down at myself, I’m wearing pajamas with smiley faces and a white t-shirt. I guess that’s what you’d assume you would see me in at seven thirty.

“What do you want?” I groan as I open the door.

“For you to not be grumpy” Michael teases as he walks in, poking my stomach as he passes by.

“What do you expect? It’s seven thirty” I yawn, rubbing my eyes and stretching, Michael just chuckles.

“Not that I don’t want to see your lovely face, but why are you here?” I ask looking over at the tall boy sitting on my bed.

“You want to go see your brother, don’t you?” He asks, and I perk up instantly. “I thought so”

“Yes, but why 7:30?” I whine.

“It makes the day longer, I want you to have as much time with him as you can” Michael smiles.

“Well someone is being scarily nice today” I joke, sitting down next to him.

“You know you love me” he laughs.

“and you know too” I reply, placing a kiss on his cheek, making them flush with color.

“I should probably get dressed.” I sigh.

“You don’t have to, we can stop at a gas station or something so you can change.” He suggests.

“Yeah, I guess that should work” I reply.

“You might want to brush through your hair though” he jokes.

“Thanks” I sass, hitting him with a pillow.

“Ow, I was kidding” he laughs, “You look beautiful”

“Thanks, smelly” I smirk, getting up from the bed to put some clothes in a bag.

“Hey, now you know that isn’t true. I think I smell nice” he says, looking like a 5 year old with his arms crossed.

“Whatever you say, stinky” I giggle, walking to the mirror and brushing my hair.

“You’re mean.” he hums as I feel his arms wrap around my waist.