Colors//m.c

Twenty Seven

(guys, in case you could not tell, this chapter takes place in may. The last one, in October. So a lot of time went by, lol. Not much happened, this chapter will fill you in a little )

The tapping on my shoulder was extremely hard to ignore, hard and jabbing into the bony part of my shoulder.

I looked up from the crisp white paper I had been filling out, scrunching up my face in annoyance when seeing Michael.

"Michael? What the fuck do you want?" I snap, setting down my mechanical pencil.

"I just wanted to ask you what you were doing." He haphazardly throws his arm over my shoulder, using it to pull him even closer.

I take a deep breath.

"Filling out a college application."

After a numerous amount of bugging me, on Myrcella and Dave's account, I decided to fill in a couple of college applications, and quit my job, so I could focus more on school. I acted like I was just trying to humor them, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized I was doing this for me. I wanted this. So I scoured the internet for a few colleges that accepted late applications.

I peered at Michael to see him deep in thought, not saying a word. I went back to the application, checking my watch to see how much of study hall I had left. Thirteen minutes.

"I am proud of you." Michael whispers in my ear, after what feels like forever. "Seriously."

I looked him the eyes, which now, in the dim school lighting appeared blue.

"I love you." I tell him, not daring to look up from my form. I knew his answer, but didn't want to push it.

He hesitates. "I know."

Lunch came quickly enough, which was individual packs of steamed waffles, teensy plastic cups containing maple syrup, and greasy sausage, which I had doubts that it was actually sausage.

And I listened. Listened to the odd group I ate lunch with, who had suddenly became my friends. I listened to them go on excitedly about prom, and graduation, and I felt a wave of sadness come over me. I had no idea what would happen afrer prom. And what would happen after graduation. And I did not want to know.

Prom, was two weeks away. Finals three. Graduation four. They all came, one after another, and it seemed like such a short time. Four weeks left of high school. Sure we had the summer, but its not the same.

This school year had gone by so quickly. It seemed like just yesterday, when it was Halloween. Michael and I spent the day (that he was not doing work for his dad together, gathering whatever candy possible and talking. I had my birthday, and I was finally eighteen. Christmas, I got a new phone and new clothes. It had been the first time I felt completed to accept gifts from Myrcella, and my Dad. Which, they finally decided they were getting married. They had even set a date. August 19th. I finally managed to patch up things with my dad. I was yet to actually speak with my mother. I didn't know how I felt about her anymore. Mixed feelings. I just knew that no matter how crappy of a parent she had been, no matter how much I wanted to hate her, I couldn't. It was like what Michael said. You want to hate them, but their you're parents. You can't help but love them.

I take a bite of the Probably-Not-Really-Sausage and watched intently as Michael tried to explain a video game to Calum.

"-But I don't get it." Calum sticks out his lower lip.

"Your an idiot!" Michael throws his long arms into the air, exasperated. I stared at his eyes, and how they shined when he laughed, or how his crooked smile would show at the oddest times, even when things weren't funny. Or how it was constant battle between Michael and his hair, him always shoving it off his forehead.

"That's not nice." Calum giggles anyways.

Leslie starts speaking about prom, and how her dress matches her eyes just right, and there was no use trying to start another conversation.

"THAT REMINDS ME!" Michael yells loudly, looking pointedly at Leslie, as an attempt to shut her up. It works.

He turns to me, pulling out two thin crumpled pieces of paper from his pocket, and I think they're prom tickets. He's asking me to prom?

"I would ask you to go to prom with me, but I sadly don't have money so these are tickets to... Drumroll... My house!"

I can't help but start smiling, taking a piece of paper, which I could tell Michael colored with colored pencil, adding his own personal flair to the ticket. I read on.

A night full of pizza, video games, chocolate ice cream, and wine (Which was stolen from my Dad. Don't tell. Shh). Dress is required.

I didn't ask him why if it was at home, why did I need a dress?

Of course Michael would do something thoughtful like this. He wanted me to have a good night, even if we couldn't go to prom.

I instantly stretched out my arms, pulling Michael into a tight hug, smiling so widely my mouth hurt.

"I'll definitely come." I tell him.

"You guys are so cute!" Ashton basically squeals, ruining the moment.

"Shut up."

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"My dad won't be there. I'll be busy until eight, running prom dresses to our clients, and putting together the last pieces for our client's parties. But I'll be there. You'll be picked up, and driven to my house. It'll be a fun night, I swear. " Michael walks me through the plan for prom night, and I hold back an excited giggle. I had never been a girly girl. I never thought I would even be excited for prom. I guess I just had to meet the right person.

"Okay " I tell him, biting my lip. "I am really excited Michael. I'm so glad your planning this. But why do I need a dress?"

I hear a loud sigh on the other end of the phone.

"Have I ever told you how hot I think you would be in a prom dress? Plus I want you to have sort of the full experience."

"Perv."

I can practically see him shrugging. I'm filled with this excited bubbling feeling, a happy feeling. I never really thought I would be the person to do this. But I have changed a lot. And i'm excited.

After ending our phone call (Michael had to go drop some stuff off for his dad) I set my new phone down, and pushed my stack of college applications to the side. I couldn't do that right now.

"Myrcella!" I yell loudly, hearing her light footsteps thud down the hallway.

"What?"

"Do you have any time for shopping? Like right now?"

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I love this chapter for some reason Michael is so cute