monday. probably the worst day of the week, the one day that slaps you in the face after a crazy weekend and you virtually have no time to recover from your hangover.
michael woke up from a dead sleep as his alarm clock blasted yet another green day song, as it did every weekday morning. he didn't make an effort to move his body and allowed the song to continue to play for a few moments, before getting the strength to reach out and slam the snooze button. "ugh." he mumbled into the pillow covering his face before lifting himself up on his bed, holding himself in a push up position.
he rolled over and stood up, gaining his balance and walked over to the mirror in the corner of his room. "ugh." he said again looking at his reflection. michael was slightly hungover from the series of parties he has attended that weekend, but it was worth it. he proceeded to get ready for work, since his shift began in 10 minutes.
about 3 months ago after graduating high school michael got a job at the local guitar shop, helping people select, play and fix guitars. the band he was in was just starting to get recognition in the music industry, which meant school was his last priority, and his love for music and party's grew.
if you ever walked down the streets of Los Angeles you may see a wide variety of interesting people, some would say "what were they thinking?" that is michael clifford for you- he was the tall boy with multi-colored hair, tattoos and piercings located on his ears and eyebrow. he only wore black jeans and shoes, sometimes if you're lucky you'd see him wearing shorts but that was rare- he had dozens of band t-shirts, every vintage grunge and rock band known to man. his new style was the snapback, so he looked like a punked out frat boy. but that's what college was about right?
he walked to the window of his apartment and looked out the window that overlooked the pacific ocean. "oh look what a beautiful morning," he sarcastically scoffed, his australian accent rolling off his tongue hard. he got dressed, neglecting his appearance or to do his hair.
a girl from his music studies class walked by him as michael walked out to his car as she waved at him, "Good morning clifford, how are you this morning?" she said smiling wide. michael looked at the girl, and rolled his eyes "good morning now leave me alone. bye now," sarcastically smiling at her, wiggling his fingers toward her. why he was such an ass to her, he didn't know, he assumed that's just who he was. the girl changed her path and moved toward michael, as he tried to walk faster to avoid talking to her.
"hey wait," she called, jogging over to him. michael let out a groan and turned around to face the girl behind him, before she even had to tap him on the shoulder. "what do you want." crossing his arms, and tapping his foot rapidly. "I didn't catch your name during class the ot-" she began before michael cut her off. "michael clifford, why do you need to know?" he said as he continued walking down the sidewalk getting closer to his car.
"well i need a study partner for the test coming up on Wednesday, want to come to my dorm?" she smiled sweetly as she watched michael get into his car and slam the door shut. "I don't do school, looks like you'll have to find someone who gives a shit." he said before he drove away.
all he saw in his rearview mirror was a lonely girl, but the further he got she became a distant shadow on a LA street.
•okay hi. I'm writing this new fanfic with some good ideas in mind so I hope you enjoy! I'm looking forward to this one•
