"Stella!" Michael screams up the stairs. I run out of my bedroom and to the top of the stairs.
"What!?" I answer him. He just laughs and walks away. I sigh and walk down the stairs.
"What Clifford?" I ask him laughingly.
"I heard about this awesome CD shop come with?" He asks smiling. I nod and follow him out the door. My flip flops clicking as we walk to Ashton's car.
"Did you tell them we are going?" I ask him as he starts the engine. He cracks a lopsided grin and looks over at me.
"Stels do you really think I, Michael Clifford, would tell those bafoons that you and I are going to a fuckin awesome CD shop?" He asks me shooting his eye brows up in the air. I shake my heand and punch his arm.
"Thats what I thought." He said smiling to himself. Oh Michael. Michael has had a crush on me since fifth grade. He knows that I know that all the boys know that He like me. And I'm fine with that. Mikkey knows I would never like him I love him like a brother but not that way! It's kind of like Freddie and Carly from iCarly. Best.show.ever.
Now, what good old Michael did not tell me about this "fuckin awesome" CD shop, is that it is a creepy part of this Ocean town called Neptune. And when I say creepy, I mean damn creepy. Once we get there, Michael turns to me as I am about to get out of the car. I have never seen him look so serious in my entire life.
"Stay in the car until I get you." He says.
"Nah it'll be fine Mike." I say laughing as I halfway open my door. He reaches across and slams the door before I can open it anymore.
"What the fu-" I am about to yell at him but he cuts me off.
"Stay in the car." He says once more. This time I do what he says. I watch him get out of the car and almost run to my side. He opens the door just enough for me to get out before wrapping his arm around my shoulder and walking quickly into the shop.
"How did you know to do all that shit?" I ask him breathlessly when we get inside.
"I got mugged here eight times." He says calmly as he begins looking through the first wrack of CD's. I laugh at his idioticness (A.N. IS THAT A WORD!?!?) and follow him around the store.
We end up getting Nirvana, Blink 182, Linkin Park, and ACDC albums. Michael pays (of course what a gentlemen) and resumes his position with his arm around me. The bag of CD's is clutched to my chest as we bolt out to our vehicle. When we get in we both absolutly die laughing. Gosh I love my idiot friends.
