That day was actually fun, we had a movie marathon, then his parents came over, and it was really awkward since they actually thought I was his girlfriend.
Them: Such a lovely lady! Is she your girlfriend Michael?
Michael: Mum, dad, no.
Them: Oh come on Michael, don’t be shy.
Michael: I said no. She’s just a friend.
Them: What’s your name sweetheart?
Me: My name is Spencer.
(I can be really awkward sometimes; I’m sort of not used to social communication, not even in school.)
Then Michael tugged on my arm, wanting us to leave them solemnly, but then they kept chatting with us, and they had me over for dinner, which was very nice of them since I’m as idle as a plank.
It wasn’t very awkward, I got to know more about him, even his dad told me about Michael’s middle name, which Michael wasn’t very fond of.
I guess things were in a pretty good rush, I got to know things about a person who I only met a week ago, guess we both needed to make some friends after all.
I even found out that he plays the guitar, which is actually impressive. I always wanted to learn an instrument, but then again it requires energy and patience and that crap which I’m not willing to put up for. I’d much rather stay at home or something, go on Tumblr and eat while I reblog relatable things and stalk my favorite bands.
I never said I was a perfect teen, with such a social life and loving parents and an ideal life. I’m not pretty, but I’m satisfied with how I look. Maybe not to others, but to me, and that’s enough.
Late at night, my mum came over and picked me up.
“Thank you, Michael. I had a pretty good time.” I said then, smiling softly as I grabbed my phone then looked up at him. “I should really thank your parents; they’ve been really nice to me.”
“It’s no problem, I had fun too.” He said, grinning, “And no thank you, I prefer not.” He said, chortling.
I chuckled, shaking my head. “Such a loving child.” I said sarcastically, but my smile was still genuine.
“So see you later?” He asked, scratching the back of his neck as he kept his gaze dropped down to me.
My smile widened at his question. It was fun actually, the day with him. And I couldn’t find a reason as to say no to not spending any time with him. I nodded. “Ofcourse, just text me whenever you’re bored and we can plan something.” I said, as Iheard my mum honking the car horn outside, making my cheeks flush in embarrassment. Michael cackled, as I shook my head. “I’m really sorry about that, I should go now, goodbye.”
I remember that in this point it was really awkward, since he was about to pull me in for a hug, and I stuck my hand for him to shake, then we both dropped our arms down, chuckled nervously, as I sped off to the door and got outside, walking to my mum’s car.
She was grinning, watching me take a seat down. “Hey Spens.” She chanted happily, as she started the car again and started driving.
I chuckled softly. “Hello, mum.” I said nonchalantly, watching the car speed off into darkness. I looked out the window and smiled softly, the illumination outside the car’s window twinkling, then slowly turning blurred as we go faster and faster. I was struck with awe.
“Did you have fun honey?” She asked me, still smiling as she kept her sight set to the road in front of her.
I nodded, “Yeah, it was pretty fun. We played video games and watched movies.” I said, looking at her.
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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...
