Amnesia |michael clifford|

Chapter 8

Lily's pov

Michael and I were lying on the beach, just the two of us, we had been in Melbourne for three days and the two of us spent it getting drunk and just being together.

We were lying on our towels, I had a bikini on and Michael ha swimming shorts on, and we were just talking about memories.

"Oh, remember that time when we were like almost 16 and we went to that party and had our first taste of alcohol" I said, "Yeah! Our first time tasting alcohol and we got wasted" Michael said laughing, I chuckled, "And then that one time last year when we went to the field for the first time and we ended up wasted" Michael said, "Why do most of our memories include us getting drunk?" I asked laughing, Michael chuckled and nodded, "I know" he said laughing.

"I'm going to the bar over there, what do you want?" I asked, "Coke" Michael said, I nodded and walked over to the bar, still in my bikini, I ordered two cokes and paid for them, bringing them back to Michael, he pulled me into my lap, kissing me roughly, I pulled back and giggled, "What's up with you?" I asked, "Those boys over there were staring at you, I just wanted them to know you're mine" he stated, I giggled and nodded, "Does this probe I'm yours?" I asked kissing him roughly again.

He pulled back, "Yeah I think they might get the idea you're mine" he said, I chuckled as I began drinking my juice.

Michael kept putting his hand on my leg, and normally I wouldn't mind it, but only if he was sincere about it, not because boys keep staring and he wants to make them jealous, he wants to make sure they know I'm his, he's so jealous!

I ignored it though, I wasn't going to start an argument on a beach about how he's being jealous, i'll be mature and wait until we get back to the hotel before confronting him.

We spent the full day at the beach, Michael still being jealous of anyone who dared look at me, even if they just looked for a second he would shoot them daggers and put his arm on my knee or around my waist or he would kiss me or something to show them I'm his.

"Lets go grab some food and go back to the hotel" I said as I put my shorts and vest top on, slipping on my jelly sandals and packing Michael and I's towels and such into my beach bag before we both walked in the direction of our hotel, stopping by a pizza place and ordering a large pepperoni pizza and taking it back to our room and eating it.

"You seriously have to stop being so jealous" I said, deciding it was better to put an end to it rather than live with it, "What?" Michael said, "You're so jealous all the time, when are you going to realise it doesn't matter if other people stare" I said, "I can't help if I hate people staring at my girlfriend when she's in a bikini" he stated, raising his voice a little, "It doesn't matter if you hate it or not, you don't have to ax upon it, don't you think when girls throw themselves at you and ask for pictures that I get jealous?" I said, raising my voice.

I didn't expect an argument to occur from this.

"Well why didn't you say something about it then?" Michael yelled, "Don't yell at me" I warned, "Oh yeah? What are you going to do?" he yelled again, "Stop Michael, you know I hate when you yell" I said, he knew it reminded me of my father who always yelled at my mum, he hit her after he yelled at her, and ever since, I've hated yelling.

"Grow up a bit will you, yelling it a part of life, get used to it" he said, "You're taking this too far Michael" I stated, "You're the one who brought it up" he said, his voice still above normal, "I only said you should stop being so jealous, you just always turn stuff into an argument" I stated, "Fuck off Lily, I'm not in the mood for this" he said, I was astounded, "This is my hotel room, my mum paid for it, get out" I ordered, "Happily" he said, grabbing his wallet and leaving, not even taking his phone which was on charge.

I sighed and sat on the bed.

What actually just happened?