Punk Meets Pointe||m.c.

09

The slightly cold air slapped my face as I was met with a realization.

I jusy sassed Michael Fucking Clifford.

I shrugged the thought off as I walked towards my humble abode.

But apparently someone had other ideas.

A car horn beeped next to me, and startled I looked over to see none other than then devil himself.

Jk it was Michael.

He waved me over, and rolled down the window.

"Would you like a ride."

I thought for a moment, and basically had a yolo moment and stepped into his vehicle.

"So, where is Lauren?" I asked him, notching the missing girl.

"I dropped her off already." he answered, eyeing me strangely.

"Oh, uhm so I live on Baker Street 22-" But he cut me off, "I know." Was all he said.

Okay what?

"So, how long have you been dancing?" He asked, to break the silence.

"Well I started basic ballet when I was 2." I told him, and he shot a strange look in my direction.

I shrugged it off, hoping that he would keep the conversation going.

He didn't.

"So, what do you do in your free time?" I asked, plastering an innocent look on my face.

"Oh, well I'm in a band with my three mates." He answered, keeping his eyes glued to the road.

"A band, what kind of music do you play?"

"We play kind of a punk rockish style. We mainly do covers, but we've written some of our own songs, and even gotten a few gigs around town." The purple haired boy answered.

"What do you play?" I asked, hoping. to learn more about the mysterious Michael Clifford.

"I play guitar, and I do vocals. You should watch us play sometime. We're called 5 seconds of summer. It's probably a stretch from ballet music, but I think you'd enjoy it." He answered in a slightly cocky tone.

"I listen to more than 'ballet music' thank you very much." I said, literally putting quotations around ballet music.

"Oh yeah, what are your favorite bands then?" He asked, the cocky tone returning.

"Nirvana, Blink 182, All Time Low, Hot Chevelle rae, Twenty One Pilots, Green Day, and Two Door Cinema Club." I answered, matter of factly.

"I will admit, I am slightly impressed." He answered, this time the smirk joining my face.

"Well I'd love to sit here and argue about your music taste more, but we're at your house." Michael informed me.

"Well thanks for the ride." I said, causing him to laugh.

"Anytime twinkle toes." He said and drove away.