Never Be ~A Michael Clifford Fanfic~

Chapter 4

A week had gone since the so called "date" with Michael had happened. I know I should tell him why I ran away. Why I pushed him away from me. How my body felt when our lips connected, the tension, my stomach doing flips. What I had felt was nothing I wanted to feel. It was wrong so wrong.

But I know I have to get the courage to tell him, speak out to him so maybe he understands.

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I couldn't ignore the big hard knot in my stomach when I walked toards him outside the school. I wanted to throw up. Litterly.

-Michael.. I whispered laying my hand on his shoulder. He turned around with a sour expression.

-What do you want? He marked the 'you' in a disgusted way eyeing me from head to toe.

-I wanted to talk about last Friday. I squeaked staring at the ground. I felt so small and guilty. He seemed really sad and angry at me.

-What is there to talk about? He said with a growl. His voice sounded raspy and I my stomach was doing flips again.

-The kiss, why I left. Let me explain? I asked searching for eyecontact, begging him. He took a deep breath closing his eyes for a brief moment.

-I don't wanna hear about it. Just forgot it even happened. He said sounding more and more angry, his Breaths more forced and controlled. Like he was gonna lose it any second.

-Michael this is important to me! My voice were higher than I expected but he just shook his head.

-Shut up! I don't want to hear about it just let me be! He shouted turning his heel walking away.

Do it bree, just say it!!!

-It was my first kiss! I said with a hopeless expression in my face letting out a breath.

Suddenly he turned around.

-What? He said walking up to me.

-Is that the reason you ran?

-No. I felt something Michael. I'm not sure what it was but, I felt a tension, a good one. okay? It felt special and I'm glad you were my first kiss, And I think I might have feelings for you. I stared down at me feet picking my nails waiting for a reply.

-Bree.. I.. I felt it too. I promise. I really did. And I'm glad to be the first to ever kiss you that way. He said brushing my cheek with his fingertips making me look up at him.

I shook my head.

What was I doing? I came here to tell that what you felt was wrong not only confessing I might like him!

-No. It can never be you and me. We are to different. You are punk rock and you hangs out with harry and his friends. And I'm this girl who studies all days after school and we are not ment to be. What we felt, feel can't mean anything. Not even my parents will except you, mostly because of your looks and the last thing I want is to lose them over a crush. I'm sorry.

He looked stunned, then shocked, then understanding and then sad.

-No. you know what Bree? I'm not going to let you run away. Because I love you. And you know what? Opposites attract. We are perfect for eachother. Keep that always in your mind and let go of your comfort zone. Give it a chance?

He took a breath and intwined our fingers kissing my hand. I was in love with him and I wanted to be with him.

-Okay. I simply sad before crushing my body against his swinging my arms around him. I rested my head against his chest feeling his heartbeat. It was relaxing and a such lovely sound. He rested his head upon my head swaying slowly to the sides.