Soon after we get in the car and Michael tells me that we're going on a date, he blindfolds me with one of his bandmate, Ashton's, bandanas. That boy had about 13 different kinds!
On our drive to the date, Michael flicks on the radio and one of my favorite songs, 'Wake Me Up When September Ends' by Green Day is playing. Ignoring the fact that Michael was with me, I start to sing along.
"here comes the rain again
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who we are
as my memory rests
but never forgets what I lost
wake me up when September ends
summer has come and passed
the innocent can never last
wake me up when September ends
ring out the bells again
like we did when spring began
wake me up when September ends
here comes the rain again
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who we are
as my memory rests
but never forgets what I lost
wake me up when September ends
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
wake me up when September ends
like my father's come to pass
twenty years has gone so fast
wake me up when September ends
wake me up when September ends
wake me up when September ends"
Right after the song ends, we park and Michael turns off the car, unbuckles, and then I can feel him shift his body toward me.
"My God Stella! You never told me you could sing that well." Michael practically shouts in my ear.
I smile, and avoid his compliment, "Thanks Mikey but I'm not that great."
"Of course you are! Where'd you learn to sing that good anyway?" He asks. I really wish he wouldn't have.
"I learned from my dad.." I whisper, hoping Michael wouldn't hear.
"Oh wow! I'll have to meet him someday." Michael says opening his door as he gets out and shuts it.
"You can meet him when you're dead, just like him." I say, and then Michael opens my door and helps me out.
He walks me about 20ft away from where we parked, and takes my blindfold off.
"Oh Michael this is beautiful!" I happily shout, turning around and pulling Michael into a big bear hug. He loved those.
In front of me was the most beautiful sight I have ever seen. There were candles lined up that formed a path to a gazebo, with a table and chair there. Then in the gazebo there was a violin player, a waiter holding a bottle of Torres' finest wine.
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Sanctuary ☠ l.h.
Mystery / Thrillersometimes the person you've always trusted; should've been the person you shouldn't have trusted.
