Dyed Hair Rock Show [Michael Clifford]

Thursday // Part 12

I was next to Michael, cuddled and sleepy. It was 7:00 in the morning.

"Hey," he said half sleepily.

I turned my head to look back at him, he was smiling. "Hey, dork."

He laughed, "I am not a whale penis."

"Nah, but if you were you'd be a good one."

"What?" He said, laughing more. "That's weird."

I laughed, "Well maybe I'm weird. Can you handle that?" 

He sat up on his side and leaned over me. "I think so," he kissed me, then kissed me again, then started to kiss my neck. I put my arms on his shoulders, smiling.

As I was unbuttoning his shirt, he said, "Rachel, you gotta get up and get ready, you'll be late."

I pulled him towards me and he continued kissing me. "Nah, it's fine." He kept kissing.

Michael lifted himself off the bed, "I know," he layed on his back.

I sighed, giving up, and went to my closet, grabbing a pair of black cut-up jeans and the American Idiot tank top that Michael wore earlier, changing. I mean, he's seen me naked so it's not a big deal. I put on my no-show socks and all-black vans.

"I love the whole look," Michael smirked.

I nodded, "Yeah I'm copying you."

He got up and came over to me, pulling me up and close to him, "When are you going to come over to my house, if ever?"

"Tonight?" I asked.

He shrugged, "Okay. Sounds good. I'll see you at 4, then?" I nodded.

"Awesome. Well I'm gonna get going, I'll see you later," Michael smiled.

I smiled up at him, and we kissed. I peeked over at the time, 7:38. "Bye."

He grabbed his phone and his keys, leaving me be at my house to finish my morning.

I sprayed on perfume, fixed my hair and make up, then grabbed my keys, heading out.

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COLLEGE WAS OUTTTT. We got a week break after all our tests and finals, finally. I got out to my car and went to my house to drop off some stuff and pick others up to take over.

I left a couple minutes early and got to his place about 3:55.

I sat there for a second and smiled, then got out of my car and went to his door and rang the doorbell.

"One second!" Michael yelled.

I stood there for a minute or two, until he finally opened the door, kissing my cheek, "Hey."

"How was your day?" I asked as I stepped inside.

"Good," he smiled. "But now it will be the best."

I smiled, "Why is that?"

"Follow meee," he smirked.

I followed him to his kitchen, oh my god. This is so cool. A candle with two plates and roses...I was just really smiling.

"You like it?" He asked. I nodded. "Good, I'm making dinner, it's chicken nuggets."

"Awesome, do you have BBQ sauce?" I asked, going to his fridge.

"I think so," he said.

I grabbed the BBQ and ketchup sauce, putting it on the table.

He got the nuggets and we put them on our plates. He scooted my chair out and I sat down, gentlemanly. Then he sat down in his chair.