Dyed Hair Rock Show [Michael Clifford]

Chocolate Eyes // Part 1

"The town bishop is an extortionist / and he don't even know that you exist / stand still when it's do or die / you better run for your fucking life!"

The lyrics of one of my favorite songs blared through the microphone and into the crowd, this concert was amazing. I mean, it was a GREEN DAY CONCERT. Of course it is!

I smiled and danced to the guitar and drum rhythms, when I stumbled into someone.

"Oh, I'm sorry," I smiled shyly, looking up.

"No, no, I'm sorry," the boy smiled. He was really cute. "Hi, my name's Michael."

I smiled back at him, "I'm Rachael."

"I see you're really into this song," Michael said.

"Mhm," I nodded, "Letterbomb."

"Ahh, yes. Letterbomb. Green Day is just so amazing," he sighed.

"I know!" I screamed over the sound of everything getting loud. Why is everyone-

"Can you sing the next line?" Billie whispered in my ear. I was on stage!

I nodded.

"Good," he smiled.

I hadn't been paying attention, I was too busy talking to Michael, and a couple lines had gone by. But, I think I can handle it.

I took a small breath, "You're not the Jesus of Suburbia / the St. Jimmy is a figment of / your father's rage and your mother's love / made me the idiot, America!"

Billie finished the next part and I jumped back into the crowd. Michael was smiling at me.

"You never said you were much a singer," Michael flirted.

"Hey, we just met. That's not until the second date," I smiled, looking into his eyes. Which, looked kind of a weird mix in this light. But for now, I'm going to say they looked like a brown.

"Well, let's go on a second date after this concert," he said.

"Woah, woah. Not so fast, lover boy," I giggled. "You've got to give me your number and we can plan something for tomorrow."

He shrugged, "Fair enough."

I smiled.

After the show, we exchanged numbers. He handed me back my phone. He had put a blowing kiss emoji by his name. I had put a winky face by mine.

"Well, Michael, I guess I will text you when I get home," I said.

"Wait, where do you live? I want to walk you home," he smiled. God, could he stop that? It's hurting my heart.

"It's not walking distance," I sighed.

"Well," he said, defeated. "I shall see you tomorrow, then."

"Good bye for now," I waved, walking to my car.

"Bye!" he shouted.

******

"I met this guy at the concert last night," I told Hazel over the phone on facetime. Hazel was my best friend; we'd gone through and completed highschool together. She had a toungue piercing, a belly button piercing, and honey ginger hair.

"Oh, that's cool. Sam and I are still going out," she said.

"That's good. Oh, yeah, and I'm going on a date with him tomorrow," I added.

"Holy shit, already, Rachel! What's his name?"

"Michael," I smiled.

"Well," she said, 'tsk-tsk'ing, "I hope it goes well."

"Oh, it should." Confident, am I? "I mean, I think it should anyways, we really hit it off at the concert."

She just shook her head, and I told her more about the concert and we talked about our upcoming plans.

Well, I suppose I should tell you a bit about myself, besides that my name is Rachel.

I have green eyes, and medium, wavy brown hair, like in the picture. I'm 5' 5", and I love scary movies, music, laughing and just living and having fun. I also enjoy helping people figure out how to make themselves happy.

But, enough about me. who cares?

~~~~~~~

"Well, goodnight," I yawned.

"Night." Hazel said, ending the 2 hour call.

Me; I'm getting tired, Michael.

Well I guess you should sleep, then. Goodnight. c u at 11 ;)

Me; Night c u then (;

I fell asleep on my bed, in a weird position of which I'm sure I would regret.