Ugly hearts (Michael Clifford FanFiction)

Chapter 6: Panda

I opened the doors to my apartment. I threw the purse on the ground next to the bed and ran in the bathroom.

It’s 1:10pm, and I just started getting ready. I was running all around the room, looking for that one bra, that I actually like and feel comfortable in. When I finally found it, I headed in back in the bathroom and took the nice hot shower.

The shower took 15 minutes of my dear time, which I have to admit, I don’t have a lot anymore. I removed the towel, which was covering my body, and put on underwear. Then I opened the closet, and there we have it, the nightmare. I had no idea what to wear, should it be fancy and formal or everyday style. After 5 minutes of staring in the closet and thinking what to wear and imagining the outfits on me, I finally decided what to wear.

I’ll wear black ripped skinny jeans and black top with Arctic Monkeys logo on it. If he wants to look all punk rock, then why I shouldn’t look like one too?

I also applied powder and mascara. Because it’s special occasion I also applied some eyeliner, but just a small and thin line.

When I entered the kitchen, I immediately glanced at the clock. It’s 1:45pm. Huh I have 15 minutes left, until Michael will pick me up. I opened the fridge and took the orange juice out. I poured myself a glass, and put it on my mouth; but stopped. I once read that you CAN’T drink before a date; I mean the first thing you’ll do, is probably go in the bathroom, well I figure it would be awkward. I poured the juice back in the bottle and put it back in the fridge. I went to sit on the sofa and just wait for Michael. I was so nervous.

Right then I felt something vibrating in my pocket. Someone is calling me.

Unknown number.

Well, Michael has my number. And beside him I don’t know who would bother to call. But I decided to pick up anyway.

‘Hello?’

‘Hey.  This is Ashton. How are you doing?’

‘Oh, yeah hey. Pretty good and you?’

‘Good. Am…I asked my dad about the job and he said we don’t need any help and we are short on the money and all…-‘

‘Ashton! It’s fine, don’t worry. I’ll somehow find a job. But thank you for asking.’

‘No probIem. I can help you with that. I know a couple of people who might need help. We can go look tomorrow?’

‘I don’t know…’

‘Please you won’t regret it’

‘Ok. Tomorrow at 4pm would be alright?’

‘Perfect. So what are you planning to do on this beautiful day, babe?’

I didn’t want to tell him I’m going on a date, but I didn’t want to lie to him either. But the bell saved me. I ran to the door, while explaining to Ashton, that I have to go.

‘I really can’t talk right now. See you tomorrow at 4?’

‘Yeah, bye Kylie’

As I opened the door, there stood the perfect Michael. He looked flawless, as always. He also wore black skinny jeans and a sleeveless shirt with The Rolling Stones logo on it. His beautiful white hair matched his shoes, which were a little darker-dirtier if I may mention than his hair, though.

He changed his hair colour?

“What’s tomorrow at 4? Oh, I get it; you can’t get enough of me so you want to see me again.” He said with that devilishly-beautiful smile on his pretty face.