cinderella → michael clifford au

iii.

iii. : liberty.

"LIBERTY! YOUR FRIEND IS HERE."

And I was interuppted once again. I groaned and put away my mascara brush, hiding it away in the pocket of my purse. I walked over to my mirror, looking my outfit over again. The bad part about this mirror - I was only tall enough that it would only show my body and not my head. I was sporting a light blue v-neck dress with cute little straps on the side. I wore my sparkly white flats and my white beaded anklet on the lower part of my body.

I made my way to the front door, where my older sister Aqua was. Once she saw me, she stifiled a laugh by covering her mouth with her arm. Even then she still giggled a bit. I narrowed my eyes at her and walked right past her, seeing Dahlia waiting for me by the door.

"Hey," I said with a smile.

"Hi," Dahlia replied. She arched an eyebrow and pointed to the tiara my head, "Goldy?"

"Yeah," I murmured.

"Thought so," She laughed. We both walked down to her car and I took the back seat, as always.

"Don't laugh," I said, eventhough I was trying not to laugh myself. "you know it's cute."

I clicked my seatbelt in place and just as I looked up I came face to face with another face. I shrieked and held my purse to my chest as a chest plate.

"Dahl, don't freak, but there's a guy in the backseat."

"I see you've met Michael - he's my friend, and he wants to become yours."

I'm pretty sure Dahlia didn't mean to make it sound as creepy as it was.

"I-I never said that!" Michael stuttered, throwing a glare at Dahlia.

"So you don't want to be my friend?" I asked, clearly confused.

"I do! I just don't like it when Dahlia makes me sound desperate. Sorry, Cinderella."

"Cinderella?" Dahlia and I asked in union.

Michael nodded, obviously not wanting to explain.

"It's the tiara, isn't it?"

Michael hesitated for half a second, but then nodded, "Yeah, that's it."