Dyed Hair Rock Show [Michael Clifford]

Don't Stop // Part 2

"...Come as you are / as you were/ as I want you to be," my alarm sang.

Nirvana - Come As You Are

I rolled over and yawned, falling off my bed. Way to start the day, genuis.

I hit the dismiss button and looked at the time. 9:45am

I got up and did morning things like mouthwashing/brushing teeth, fixing my hair to look like presentable shit, saying hello to my two ferrets, Brittney and Brie. They were little rascals but they were so cute.

Now, what to wear. Nothing dressed up, ew. Nothing dressed down, either. something rather cute-and-casual. Hmm..

I decided on an orange and grey summer dressy tank with grey cut-off shorts and converse. I thought it looked okay; it said "I'm trying to look cute but not over do it."

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I grabbed my keys and wallet, getting in my red 2008 Beetle. I texted Michael I would be there soon.

When I pulled in, I saw him getting out of his vehicle. I smiled, and got out of my car.

"Rachel!" He saw me.

I walked over and hugged him, "Hi, Michael."

"Are you ready for the best burgers?" He asked.

"I love the burgers here, they're great! I'm surprised I've never seen you around."

"Well," he flustered, "I have a band, we practice alot, we've been preparing for summer."

I shrugged, "Well, let's go in, I'm hungry."

We ordered our food and the waitress went to go get our orders in.

"I'd love to meet them," I said, after Michael was done telling me about his band. They sound cool.

"Awesome! What about the day after tomorrow?" He asked.

"Um, yeah, after I get out of classes at three," I said.

"You're in college?" He asked, "That's cool, what do you study for? I mean- What do you want to be?"

I blushed, you could tell how hard he was trying. "I'm studying things to be a lawyer, but I don't want to be.." I sighed, "Stupid dad."

"He's making you study to be a lawyer?" He asked. "That's not fair."

"Believe me, I know, I know.. It's- He thinks he can control almost every aspect of my life. My college, my location, my future career, if I drink or smoke, what I do to my body."

"DO you smoke or drink?" He asked. I shook my head no to smoking, yes to drinking. "That's a good thing. Well, I mean, if you don't drink TOO much." We giggled as our waitress brought our food.

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After we were done eating, we went for a walk to the pier park.

"So do you have any tattoos?" He asked.

"Well, yeah. My dad got really mad at me, and that's why I'm here. He changed all of what I worked so hard to get, of what I wanted. Anyways, it's just above my hip. It's a tiger."

"Can I see it?"

I shook my head with a giggle, "Not right now."

"Alright, but later maybe?" He pouty lipped.

I laughed and nodded.

"Park!"

We raced to the swings and played around on the park, then walked around.