WARNING: Use of bad language, sexual activity and other lame stuff.
"It's unbelievable how you can affect someone else so deeply and never know." -Michael Clifford
Chapter 1 ☹
Epilogue
It was a late Sunday evening. I was in my pick-up truck, riding the dirt roads on the outskirts of my town. I turned my head to look out at the open acres of dirt and tall grass, Greenday- Wake Me Up When September Ends playing from my tape deck. I put my foot down on the break, besides a tall thick trunk tree.
My hands shook nervously as I popped open the door of my truck, shutting it behind me to let the music blurr in the car. I approached the tree, hoping to see the smiling face of Michael. But he wasn't there. I checked the time on my watch, hoping I wasn't late or if I was too early. No, I was right on time. So I waited, and I waited, but he never showed up.
3 months earlier.
My heart thumped, as if the world was pressing down on my shoulders. He was late, as usual. I tapped the dashboard of my truck to the music of Nirvana which was currently playing on my tape deck. I leant out the window, sitting on the sill of the open window. I held the roof of my car, gazing around. My eyes came in focus to the black haired boy of Michael Clifford.
"Finally." I muttered, waving my arm to catch his attention. He waved back and jogged over, wearing his usual band shirt and ripped skinny jeans. As he came closer, I ducked back into the truck, leant over and opened the other door for him to climb into. He thanked me, shutting the door after himself as he struggled onto the seat.
"Sorry for being late." He murmered, ruffling his hair.
"You're always late." I sighed. "I'm used to it." I put the gear out of park and reversed out of the parking space I was in.
"You know I was at band practise." He put his feet up on the dash board, chewing at the gum he had thrown in his mouth.
I nodded my head, staying quiet. He gestured if I wanted a piece of gum, and I opened my mouth as if to put it in for me. Michael smirked, popping one in my mouth. "Thanks." I said, flicking on the right indicator before turning right.
"I feel like such a girl." He frowned, tapping his knees.
"Why is that?" I smirked at his sudden outburst, looking in the reerview mirror at a slowly passing car.
"Because you're the one who drives. Aren't I supposed to be the manly one who drives you wherever you want? Especially in your manly pick-up truck."
"Michael you don't even know how to drive." I chuckled, watching him playfully roll his eyes.
"Whatever, can we stop at Dorothy's? I wanna milkshake." He pointed to the diner we were approaching. I chewed at my gum, pulling to the side for him to get out.
"Look who complains because he feels like a girl." I grinned at him when he walked back to the truck with two milkshakes in his hands.
"You're welcome for getting you one." He teased, handing me a strawberry one as he climbed back in.
"Thanks, babe." I smirked, taking a sip from the straw.
"Just drive." He laughed.
"Whatever you say, Mickey."
A/N So I know this is pretty much lame already but it's just a starter where you get to see what's going on and stuff. ☝ I'll update later. Catch you on the flip side losers.
