Nightingale
A whimsical laugh, a caress of the cheek, was all it took to make me fall in love with him. All of him, his entity, his presence, his diminutive flaws, everything.
I know this sounds corny, considering the fact that I’m only sixteen, and sixteen year olds say crap they never mean, but he makes me feel different, in a good way though.
I remember when I met him back at the video games store; I was wearing a blink-182 top and a pair of jeans, my hair in a ponytail. I greeted the employees there since I go here frequently, getting another Fifa '14 CD since I lost the four others. I wasn't the organized type of person anyways. He was standing in this large aisle, a tall boy with blonde hair and a fringe, fumbling with a couple of discs. I felt a rush of curiosity as I silently approached him, looked at the CDs he was contemplating at suggestively, and took the Call Of Duty Ghosts CD in a delicate grip from his grasp, and said, “It’s much better than Red Dead Redemption.”
I guess it took him by surprise, as he spun around and looked at some sixteen year old girl who just randomly and unorthodoxly chose a CD for him. He raised an eyebrow, looking down at me in confusion. I looked back at him hesitantly, as I wasn’t that much confident. His features softened, “Gamer much?” He asked with a playful smile. I sighed in relief, chuckling softly. “I guess so. The pixels and features are just better.” I said casually, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
His grinned, as he nodded and returned the Red Dead Redemption CD back to its shelf, then looked back at me. “What’s your name?” He asked, forcing eye contact.
I couldn’t say he actually forced eye contact, he just looked at me with such determination and charm that I simply couldn’t look away. He had big green pupils, which always seem to dial up in interest every now and then. I snapped out of my gaze, my cheeks burning up at the thought of him realizing how caught up I was with looking at him, and I know he noticed because his smile turned to a smirk, but he didn’t comment about it. “My name is Spencer.” I said in a hushed tone, as I played with my Green Day wristband, a habit I got used to when I get nervous.
The situation wasn’t exactly tense or anything to get worked up about, but you see I’m not the type who socializes or gets out of the house much. I enjoy isolating myself, in the comfort of my own room, watching Game of Thrones marathons and playing video games. I kind of haven’t mentioned the fact that I wasn’t much of a girl anyways.
He inched closer to me. “Nice name.” He said, diverting his gaze down to my wrist, noticing my wristband. “You like Green Day?” He asked in amusement, looking back up at me.
I completely dissed his question, “What’s your name?” I asked, as I stopped myself from playing with the wristband. “My name is Michael Clifford.” He said. “Not much of a fancy name as yours.” He added, chuckling.
That made me genuinely laugh, as I shook my head silently. “My name is far from fancy, it’s not even a name for the female specimen.” I said over my laughter. He laughed along, shaking his head in disagreement. “I beg to differ; it’s quite a beautiful name, for someone really pretty.” He said, with not much of a smug attitude anymore.
I smiled widely, as I held my Fifa CD box tighter in my grip, my cheeks still burning up. “Thank you.” I said gently.
He shook his head, told me he meant it, and we both went to the cash register to pay for our CDs.
We got out, and we went our separate ways. Then out of the blue, I hear my name called out from a fair distance. I turn around, as I see Michael jogging to me, his lips pressed together. “I was wondering if I can have your number, since we’re like friends now?” He said, sounding a little nervous.
I took it as friendly gesture, nodding as I dialed my number down in his cellphone. His smile widened, as he spun on his heels and walked towards the opposite road. I beamed; keeping my gaze stuck to the floor as I plugged in my earphones and played Adam’s Song on my iPod.
Just as I reached home, I received a text from him that said.
"You never told me whether you like Green Day or not. Xx -Mike."
And ever so unconsciously, I felt myself smile wide for the first time in quite a while.
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Nightingale (Michael Clifford AU)
FanfictionHe provided me a sense of security and protectiveness, the way he held me so delicately. I fell for him, the way he talked to me with such charm and confidence. The way words would roll out of his tongue with such perfection. I loved him for his eve...
