perfect || michael clifford [slow updates]

.05

It took me a moment to realize what was happening. I just kept looking at the words of the screen in front of me.

new message from clifford_the_big_red_dog

Holy shit. This wasn't supposed to happen for days. Ash and Cal were supposed to be with me. They were going to guide me through this. What do I do? Do I open this? Does it have those weird read reciepts? What if he just pops up behind me? What the hell. What is happening?

I looked over my shoulder. I was in the corner of the library with my back and the computer to the wall. I decided just to ignore it minimizing the pop up from the screen and getting back to my paper. I tried to type the "Medical Attention during the Civil War" but all I could focus on was the message that was taunting my mind. The message beyond the "open" button. The mind was imagining what words were behind the message.

My palms were starting to sweat and my head starting feeling dizzy.

My eyes stared at the tab labeled new message as I looked around me once again.

No one. There were only a few kids in the library and their heads were buried in their books. I didn't see Michael. Maybe he was on his phone or something.

My sound of my heart beating was echoing through my ears as I ran the mouse over to the bottom of the screen. My fingers trembled as I tried to click the left button down. This is now or never.

I closed my eyes as I clicked the button.

The suspense of the slow opening screen killed me.

I felt like I was strapped down to my chair with chains. I couldn't move.

My eyes peered at the words displayed on the screen

from: clifford_the_big_red_dog

your mind is beautifully unparalleled

My heart stopped. I couldn't even think. Usually guys introduce themselves, they do some weird corny pick up line. But this was astonishing. Who knew Michael Clifford had a mind filled with these thoughts. I didn't even know he knew a word like unparalleled. I've never recieved a compliment like that. Sure I've gotten the usual

you're pretty

you're so kind

you're cute

but never your mind is beautifully unparalleled. It made me feel actually good inside. Not oridnary. Not just the same as everyone else. It made me feel special.

I was still staring at the screen when at the bottom it showed in tiny letters

michael_the_big_red_dog is typing

I was nervous. He was probably going to tell me it was a dare or something.

a new message appeared

from: clifford_the_big_red_dog

I know you've seen this and I just want to let you know that your mind is extrodinary brilliant

Oh great there were read reciepts. However my heart fluttered at this message. I can't believe I was feeling this way based on something Michael Clifford said. I hated this kid didn't I?

again, a new message appeared

from: clifford_the_big_red_dog

and sorry this is super foward but you're too speical a girl to use normal standards

I held in a laugh as a grin spread upon my face. What a dork. There's the idiot I know. My smile dissapeared from my face.

This was Michael Clifford. The asshole I've known forever. Why did his words mean so much to me and make me feel special?

I was confused and afraid.

I panicked and quickly logged off.

The guilt of not answering him, when I know he saw that I read it, made me feel uneasy. Even though he is an asshole he put himself out there, gave me the greatest compliment ever and I logged off.

But then again, I don't know what to do. I don't want to tell Ash and Cal though. I want this to be my secret.

But again, he might have just said that because he wants what every guy wants and is just a smooth guy.

But wait Michael isn't smooth, he's a dork.

I was so confused. This was too much for one day.

I gathered my things, while my mind raced at a mile a minute.

I left the library as soon as I could. I felt a little dizzy. I made my way through the doors trying to push myself off of them. My breathing was uneven and I started to feel sicker than ever.

I needed to get out of here and home.

My feet staggered along the hallway my eyes trying to decipher where the hallway exactly led. I stumbled over only seeing a pair of black converse before I lost my balance.

I closed my eyes preparing myself for the impact to the cold smooth ground.

But it never came.

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but michael is a cutie and i love him