She had her favorite sweater and her cheap drugstore headphones on blasting Ribs. The beat made her walk a bit faster than she normally would but she was just too into it.
She was destined to make it to her personal haven, Cups and Cups, before it closed because her mother was in the mood to bring up awkward conversations like why she hadn’t had a boyfriend yet.
She walked into here, immediately grabbing her cup and filling it with green tea and raspberry juice. Its taste wasn’t revolting which was good news. She had made a vow to try every combination until she found her mouthgasmic cup and this just wasn’t it.
Laughter boomed through the store entrance attracting her attention. It was surprisingly louder than her earphones by a margin which was impressive consider they were deafening and her mother and Lauren could testify to that.
She traced the voice back to boys in very tight skinny jeans, one in a red and black flannel that matched his hair and the other in a plain white shirt.
They were both very good looking and rare in the places she usually found herself. Lauren says it’s because she repels attractive people and she retorted back by saying that why they were still living together.
She watched as the boy and his friend filled their cups with juice. Who would come here to buy juice when you can get a lot more for a lot cheaper everywhere else? She observed as his friend pulled a flask and poured the alcohol into the cup. She laughed to herself and continued sIpping her tea.
The two boys took a seat on the table in front of her and she lowered her music to eavesdrop on their conversation, The XX could wait. She had always been told that it would get her killed someday but people were always being dramatic.
''So are you coming tonight?” One asked
‘‘Is that even a question?'' He laughed, the same one that boomed through the store a second ago.
She looked up at them, attempting to math their voices to their faces when the boy with the hair caught her gaze. He winked at her and she blushed then looked away.
Michael had always admired the effect he had on girls and this one looked like a good fuck.
‘‘Luke, do you know who she is?'' He gestured to the girl who's cheeks were slowly fading back.
‘‘Yeah, I just happen to know everyone in this town.'' He spoke back sarcastically
‘‘Oh fuck off.'' Luke laughed.
Michael looked back at the girl who was swinging her head sideways with her earphones leaking in the silence. She brought out a book and wrote something he couldn’t see it in before closing it and faintly smiling.
His attention directed back to Luke who announced he had to leave to help Calum buy kegs for tonight. Michael was left alone, well minus the cashier, in the shop with her and he saw it as a terrible opportunity to waste.
He got up and sat down in the chair in front of her, smirking at her green-grey eyes, imagining them underneath him.
He thought of a way to start a conversation, he could go with asking her how her drink was or asking what she was listening to it was conventional and Michael Clifford definitely wasn’t conventional.
He reached forward and lifted her phone seeing the song 4x4 written on the illuminated screen.
He scoffed and attracted her attention. She pulled her earphones out and focused on the boy in front of him. He was attractive, like deadly attractive but no one was allowed to insult her taste in music, even if they made the room hot.
''What?'' She asked
‘‘This song, really?''
She rubbed her face frustrated and stared at him. How dare him. ‘‘Something against Miley?''
‘‘No I mean, she’s a babe but like,'' he leaned forward and took a sip of his drink without removing his gaze from hers,''Who listens to a song that starts with 'round and round and away we go'?''
She laughed at his ignorance and put one ear bud back in, ''I take it you haven’t heard that full song.''
He shook his head and bit his lip like a child. She had taken control of the situation and left him playing along with her words and Michael Clifford doesn’t like to not be in control.
‘‘Maybe I could listen to it with you.'' he scooted closer to her, inhaling her spicy scent that reminded him of the vanilla lime candle he lost his virginity to.
‘‘Sorry, I don’t listen to music with people.'' she smoked. Her voice was the intoxicating type, the ones that could give rum a run for its money. The ones he wanted to hear screaming out his name.
''I’m Michael by the way.''
‘‘Hi Michael, your pants might be a little too tight by the way''
He looked down and blushed, cursing the stupid glass tables and his love for skin tight jeans. ‘‘Well you've basically seen the outline of my penis, I think that deserves a name?''
She laughed and pulled the ear bud out triumphantly, ''Violet.''
‘‘Now violet, are you up for a party?''
