Dyed Hair Rock Show [Michael Clifford]

Surprise, Not Surprise // Part 3

I called Hazel to talk to her while we were both on our way to work, via bluetooth.

"They all sound really cool, I think tomorrow will go fine," I said.

"Ye- HEY WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING ASSHOLE!" Hazel yelled at another driver. "Anyways, I'm pretty sure it will go well. Don't forget to tell me about it."

"I won't," I said as I pulled into my workplace. "I gotta go, talk to you later, sis."

"Ight. See ya. Bye." We hung up. 

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After work, I went over to the hair salon to get my hair trimmed and afterwards I ran to the store to pick up kraft macaroni.

As soon as my macaroni was finished cooking, my doorbell rang. 

"Heyo!" My old friend Ginny came in.

"Gin, I literally just got my dinner ready to eat.."

"Well that's too bad because I'm getting married in 2 days and you're my maid of honor," she said, sitting down.

"WHAT!?" I said.

"Is that a problem?"

"Obviously," I said, shocked. "I'm in COLLEGE. I have plans for this week already."

"You can't cancel them?"

I sighed, "Look, I'd love to be your matron, but I can't just ditch work and everything else."

"I was kidding, calm down. The wedding is Saturday. You need to try on your dress. We need to leave."

"Can I at least eat!?" I asked, going to get my food. 

I rolled my eyes as she pulled me into her car and to the dress shop.

I was annoyed by Ginny's sudden arrival; it was so stupid. She always just gives random news not enough in advance.

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I got back home finally, and took a shower, relaxing and calming down. I was texting Hazel and Michael, watching TV, and eating my food. 

I went to bed at 10, since I had gotten up earlier than usual and I had class tomorrow. 

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I woke up, and smiled. I get to see Michael today, and meet the rest of his band. I already knew what I was going to wear; Vans. Mayday Parade shirt, and dark wash shorts.

After the last class had been dismissed at 3, I threw my stuff in my car and drove home, where Michael had just pulled in and was waiting for me. I ran inside and set my textbooks and notebooks on the table and got into his car. He drove to the place where I guess their band was meeting today. We got out and went inside. 

When I stepped in the room one of them smiled, "You must be this girl Michael said he was bringing over today."

"Um, yes," Michael said. "This is Rachel." I waved. "Rachel, this is Luke," the vocals and guitar as well. "Ashton," drums. "and Calum." Bass. I guess that left him as guitar. "And, obviously, I play guitar."

I smiled, they were all good looking. They were also all smiling back, welcoming me.

"I like your shirt," Luke said.

"Thanks."

~

They played me a couple of their songs; not too bad. I liked what they had so far.

After they had finsihed, they talked a bit about their other music things, then turned to me. "So how'd Mikey pick this one up?" Michael smiled, blushing. "No, but, really. Where'd you meet?"

"The Green Day concert," I said. They looked at me with enthusic faces, urging me to say more about the event. "We were both jamming out to the song playing, and accidentally bumped into each other."

"And then she got pulled on stage and she sang the next verse," he finished the story.

"Demonstrate," Luke said, and the others encouraged me. Nervously, I walked over to the microphone.

I supppose I could sing something from the top of my head. Do a Mayday Parade song, you're wearing the shirt. "I had a dream last night we/ drove out to see Las Vegas / We lost ourselves in the bright lights / I wish that you could have seen us / Begging for a chance to get home or at least to San Francisco / Let's put a ten on the high card / And spend a summer on the west coast / Down and to the left / Be California's Best."

"And please don't tell me that I'm dreaming," Luke joined me and we kept going. "When all I ever wanted was to dream another sunset with you / If I roll over when it's over, I'll take this Cali sunrise with me / And wake up with the fondest memories."

By now, everyone had started in with us. "We made love by the ocean as the waves crashed around you / Sunsets never were so bright / And the skies never so blue..."

[Jamie All Over by Mayday Parade]

As we got to the end, we high fived each other, congratulating ourselves. That was actually really fun.

"You're a decent singer." Ashton said to me. He hadn't strayed his eyes too far from me since they were done playing.

"Oh, it's not that great. But thanks."

He shook his head, "Nope, it was." He smirked, and winked.

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After practice and just hanging out, Michael and I went back to my house around 6. I got out and stood outside the car. He got out, too coming over to me.

"Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow?" he slumped.

"Let's have a sleepover," I said.

"Do I need clothes?" 

"Not at all," I giggled. "I mean you do, but just not new ones."

He smiled and we walked inside together.

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My alarm went off at 7. I yawned and reached over to the bedside table to shut it off, then opened my eyes. I was under Michael's arm. He was snuggled to the pillow in his Nirvana cut-off shirt. I was pantless with my Mayday Parade shirt.

I wiggled out from under his arm and went out to the kitchen. I grabbed an Absolute Zero monster from the fridge and opened it. I only got about 2 hours of sleep. Not. Even.

"Michael," I called quietly, walking to my room. 

He turned his head into the pillow. "Huh?"

"You're going to have to get up," I said, sad to disturb his sleeping.

He slowly pushed himself so he sat upright and stretched with a yawn. "Ah, good morning." His arms looked really nice in that cut off shirt.

"Morning." I kissed his cheek and got my clothes ready to put on. "Out."

"Fiiiine." He got up and went out to the kitchen, where I was guessing he was going through.

"So do I get to stay here all day?" he puppy lipped me, all lit up.

I shrugged, "Sure."

Honestly, I wouldn't mind coming home to him after a long day of college classes. 

And with that being said, I headed off to my college courses.

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Why was Ashton staring at me? Why did I care that he was? It didn't bother me at all. I shrugged it off, trying to forget all about his stupid, little, gorgeous smile.