I Love You, Hazel Blue

Chapter 5 - Somewhere Cold as Ice

I put on the helmet in my head. It is black, I leave my bag and skateboard in the trunk of his car. He leaves his bag too. He sits in the seat of the motorcycle and makes some sounds with it. I sit behind him, "So.... How do I hold on?" He takes my hands and wraps my arms around his torso, and intertwine my fingers. I smile even though he can't see it. "I love the way you smile." He smirks at me and I hang my head, blushing. Once again, he makes some noises with the motorcycle and he starts running it. My grip gets tighter making he groan. "Don't tight me up." I roll my eyes and chuckle. I take a peck at his neck, making him shiver. Do I really have a big effect on him? I smirk at the thought of me having a big effect on him, but to be honest, he has this big effect on me, too.  It is getting to cold. I hoped this place was more warm. I shiver and pursed my lips. We stop at a stop sign. "What did I miss? I feel like if I have missed 100 years of my life without you." I think a little and tell him all what he missed, great vacations with the guys, halloween, Christmas, ect. He just nodded. "How was your life without me?" He stays quite, the whole ride in a uncomftable silnce. I bite my bottom lip and he breaks the silence, "How old are you now?"

"15. How about you?"

"18." I nod and looked at his blue hair. I rest my head on his neck, I close my eyes falling asleep. Still knowing it isn't right doing it in a motorcycle.....

I wake up by a maid, cleaning a black desk. The things I start wondering are simple. Where am I? Who's bed is this? Who is the lady? "Escuse me, miss?" She turns around with an evil smile, I smile at her back, wondering what she is planing to do. "Yes, Miss Blue?" She has a black dress and in the corners white, her purple hair in a well done bun, with some black high heels. "Yeah, ummm, where am I? Where is Michael? Who's the bed from? Who are--? She cuts me up, snapping her finger. "Listen, ugly brat. I know I don't know you, but I can't believe Michael Clifford is dating a ugly girl like you! I mean," She scoffs and looks at me with a disgust face. "Your hair painted blue, four piercings and tattoos? Ew. Now I know why he didn't lose his virginity with you." She rolls her eyes, I look at the covers covering me up, I see if I had clothes on and find that I have a Jack Daniel's muscle shirt on and black leggings on. I look at the lady, shoting her my middle finger up, and putting them down. She scoffs and rolls her eyes. I take the black covers off me and put my feet on the white rug, finfing a pair of badboy-black-kind-of-boots. I put them on, not even minding if they weren't mine. "What are you doing? You can't just put on those boots on, honey."

"Look, you grasshole, shut the fork up and let me do what I want to do, you aren't my mother anyways. And for informa--" I get off by Michael, leaning in the door frame. "What are you doing to my girlfriend, Hazel?" My jaw drops, and look at her, she had an evil smirk on her face and I scoff. "Really, Michael? You are dating a bitch?" I pass by him going to a hallway, I see some stairs leading downstairs to the living room. I look at it, remembering this house, is Adam's house. Why is Michael here and not with his parents? Why living her? I open the front door, and I feel hands in my right shoulder I turn around hoping it was Michael. But it wasn't it was this really hot boy, green eyes, curly hazel hair. "Escuse me, is this yours?" He asks me, his cheeks turn on pink and taking a phone with a cover of me and Michael, he smiles awkardly and hands it to me. I nod and take it, smiling showing him my white teeth. "I am Brad, by the way." He offers me to shake his hand and I do saying my name, "Hazel Blue. Nice to meet you, Brad." He nods, his hands are cold, he is pale like Michael. His green eyes turn to black and I got kind of scared. "Where are you going?"

"Home."

"It's raining, I could take you or you could stay."

"I rather stay."

He bites his lips and I giggled. "Anyway, thanks God you aren't going to your house with him." I look to the stairs, seeing Michael jogging towards us. I roll my eyes and ask him waht does he wants. "I want Bradly to go away and we to talk." I scoff and get close to Brad, which real name is Bradly. Brad swing his arms, wraping them around my waist, putting his chin in my left shoulder and pushing me closer to him. I feel his bag touch my butt's line making me maon. "W-what?" Brad and I blush a little pulling apart a little, still his chin resting in my and his arms wrapped around my waist. I look at the black boots, "Who are these?" I could feel Brad's cold breating in my neck, causing me to have goosepumps and blush. "Mine." Brad whispers in to my neck. I feel little sticks stab in my neck, making me see all black.........

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