Almost Gone. || Michael Clifford

Chapter 6 - Date?

I didn't know what to say... I know that I have to lie, because I don't want him to worry. And what if he don't even care? It would hurt extremely much if he didn't care. And I can't risk that. To be honest, I wanna tell him the truth, but not now..

"I f-fell!" I blurted out. "Yesterday, when I got h-home, I stumbled o-on a shoe and fell r-really hard." I lied too him. He didn't seem convinced, and gave me a confused look. "Are you sure?" He asked me, "You can tell me if something's wrong." He added.

"Yeah, I'm f-fine.. But let's n-not talk about my l-leg now" I said, trying to get him on other thoughts. "What do you w-wanna do?" I said as I begun to walk. "We can go and bowl!" He said, sounding really excited. "I haven't done it in so long, so what do say?"

"Yeah, sounds fun!" I smiled at him, "Do you know w-where the bowling hall is th-then?"

"I saw a bowling hall that way," He said as he pointed towards some buildings. As we walked, we chitchatted a little about all kind of things. And for every word I said, I could feel my stuttering go away. I came out from hospital yesterday, and the doctor said it would take awhile before I could talk normal. But oh, how wrong he was.. Maybe there's something about Michael, something special that makes me forget about everything and all I can focus on is the way he talk, laugh and smile and how he always gestures with his hands and his whole body when he talks about something he really loves.

We walked for a bit, and when we was inside the bowling hall, I already knew a lot of random facts about him.

His name is Michael Clifford, he doesn't have any siblings, he likes to dye his hair. A lot.. He loves pizza and lives with his mom.

It wasn't very interested facts, you may think. But for me, they were very special. I wanted to know him, who Michael Clifford was, and now I got the chance too.

I snapped out from my thoughts when I heard Michael's voice.

"What size do you have?"

"Uhm.. What?" I asked him, even though I heard him perfectly before.

"What shoe size do you have?" He repeated himself. "Oh, 9 5/8 inch" I said as he gave me a pair of shoes, "Mel, try this" he spoke, as I was trying on the shoes, Michael took a pair for himself as well and we then headed to our bowling track.

"So, you're in a band, you say?" I asked him, as Michael threw his ball at the pins.

"Hah, strike!" He yelled, fist-pumping the air. "Eh, beginners luck" I winked at him. "Oh you wish.. It's called skills babe," he answered back, and gave me a huge grin. "And yeah, I'm in a band with 3 of my best mates,"

"Skills my ass..." I mumbled quietly, but he must have heard that because he gave me a quick glance and reached out his tongue for me before he sat himself on a chair. "And being in a band with your best friends, must be a dream come true right?" I asked him next. "Yeah, it's everything one can wish for, but being on tour all the time is pretty exhausting and I miss home.." He answered. But wait.. Tour? Is he famous? Have I hung out with a celebrity without even knowing it? Holy shit.. But okay.. He's famous? So what.. He's really chill to be with and he's super funny, I just hope his fans won't start rumors and shit now and that they will accept that Michael has friends who happens to be girls. I really don't care if he's famous, but what happens when he have to leave for another city?

I really hope we can stay friends no matter where he is.

It was now my turn to throw the ball, and with my bad luck and clumsiness, I would probably hit zero of the pins.. I took a ball and threw it, and of course I only hit 3 out of 10 pins. "Aw, feeling out of luck today huh?" He looked at me and smirked. "No, you distracted me, you idiot." I said as I took the ball again, in another attempt to get spare now. This time I was a little bit better, i didn't get a spare but I hit 5 pins, and got 8 out of 10 pins in total.