Call Me Crazy || Michael Clifford

11 || Take Me Home

"Honey?" I repeated.

Ashton popped another pretzel into his mouth nodding. "Yeah, honey. Girls love being called that."

"Sure," I laughed, "if their in their thirties."

He scoffed at me moving the pencil over the paper. We had been working on this project for not even five minutes and there's already a problem. This poem was turning into a huge train wreck with things they thought sounded good. I have a few poem classes under my sleeve and I must say this isn't even good.

"It doesn't even rhyme!" I laughed taking the paper away from him. "This doesn't even make that much sense in the last one."

Michael rolled his eyes with a smile. "It's like breaking off into the next part of the poem," he explained. "That's when we're like cherishing her where she stands." He snatched the paper back from me and looked over it. There were already so many eraser marks on there that it made some things hard to read. He only added to it as he erased yet another thing and wrote something else. Ashton glanced over. His lips curled into a smirk, the two soon sharing a fist bump before waiting for the next thing to come out of my mouth with smug faces.

"How are you cherishing her as she stands there?" I asked resting my chin in my palm. I felt like I was giving them more of a storybook lesson than anything having to do with poetry.

Ashton licked his lips looking out the window above the headboard. "She could be standing there in our underwear?" His eyes trailed over to his friend who rolled his eyes again at him.

My jaw fell agape. "And this is for school?" I questioned. A small laughed escaped me in disbelief.

Beside me I felt my phone go off. Ash and Michael were still talking about the poem when I saw Rose had just sent me a text. It was too long for all of it to fit into the notification, but it looked urgent. Quickly, I opened up our conversation to see a paragraph waiting for me.

Young One

Tammy where r u! Mom
just texted me and said that
she's coming home early
and she didn't tell me what
she's going to talk about,
but it didn't sound good!
U need to get home right
now bc I'm not going to
have her let out some of
her steam on me before u
get back! Tell whoever that
u need back pronto and
ASAP!!!!!

"Shit," I muttered. Instantly I began to pack my things frantically. Yesterday I got information about my mother's new job. She says that her work is only a half hour away which means I really needed to get home just as soon as Rose told me to.

The boys looked over at me bewildered. "What's wrong?" Michael asked.

"My mom is going to be home soon and I need to get there before she does." I looked up from what I was doing to look up at them. "How long does it normally take to eat to Luke's from here?"

He glanced away in thought. "Like 15-20 minutes on a good day. Why?"

My hands combed through my hair in frustration. "Yeah I need to leave like now. Who's taking me back to my house?"

The boys glanced at each other. Ashton shrugged. Michael sighed getting up from his bed. "I'll take you," he said. We both left Ashton in the bedroom and I followed Michael out to the kitchen.

His mom was still in there hard at work. Standing kind of impatiently, I watched as they exchanged a few words of where were going as he reached for his keys. He walked over to her placing a peck on her temple before she turned to me. The smile she wore was just as warm as before as she extended a formal hand to me. I shook it respectfully. We said our goodbyes and finally hopped into the small burgundy car I saw when I first arrived. My backpack was sloppily thrown in the back in hopes of even cutting off milliseconds to get home sooner.