Homeless (Michael Clifford Fanfic)

Chapter 24

After being in the car driving for over 30 minutes, we finally arrived at what was Michael’s happy place.

“Alright we are here!” Michael smiled, unlocking the car door so we could get out.

I then stepped out of the car to see that we were by some train tracks.

“This is it? train tracks?” I questioned wondering if this was really it. This was nothing like I expected.

“No not the train tracks, over there.” He said, pointing to an abandoned truck on the other side of the train tracks by the woods. It was all rusty and it looked pretty bumped it like it was part of an accident.

“Oh wow.” Was all I was able to say.

“It looks pretty bad from the outside, but I re decorated the inside so it looks nice for when I come out here. C’mon I’ll show you inside.” He then grabbed my hand and pulled me over the train tracks and towards the truck.

When we got over to the back of the tuck, Michael then climbed inside the back of the truck and then helped me up inside. When I got inside, I realized Michael was right. The inside looked good. There were two plastic chairs inside, a small table, a radio, there were posters and writing on the walls of the truck. I then noticed an acoustic guitar by the table. It looked like a really nice guitar. It must of been a lot of money. Michael then turned on a little light that helped a little.

“So this is it, this is where I hang out sometimes.” He smiled sitting down in the chair.

“This place is so cool.” I smiled as I continued to look around.

“Yea I started coming here almost 2 years ago and everytime I would come here, I would bring something to add to this.” He said, picking up his guitar and picking at the strings, just playing small notes.

“Is that a mattress?” I asked pointing to a mattress that was leaned against the wall.

“Yea sometimes I would stay the night here, or I would use it for my lady friends.” He said wiggling his eyebrows.

“Oh god Michael!” I rolled my eyes and giggled. He then laughed at his dirty little joke.

Michael then began to play a song on his guitar. I then realized he was playing Good Riddance by Green Day. I then quietly sang the lyrics to myself so he couldn’t hear. I rather sing to myself instead of turning it into a scene from High School Musical. I then sat down in the seat next to him and just watched him play. I noticed he was singing softly to himself. It was cute. I continued to watch him play guitar. He was really good at it and looked like he really enjoyed it. He was getting really into it and it kind of make me smile. I don’t understand why his parents won’t accept that this is what makes him happy. I will never forget the night he came over drunk and told me all about his parents and his love for music. If someone wants to do a certain thing with their life, and it makes them happy, why can’t people accept that? Why should someone do something that doesn’t make them happy because someone tells them it what they “have to do?”

Michael then finished the song. He then looked up and me and smiled.

“You’re really good at that.” I said.

“Thanks!” He said, placing his guitar back down. He then went over to a cooler and grabbed some drinks.

“You want a drink? I got cokes, sprites, water, orange soda, beer?” He asked looking inside the cooler.

“Um I’ll take a coke. I’ll have some beer later.” I said.

Michael then took out two cokes from the cooler. He then handed me mine and cracked opened his, sitting back down. I then opened mine taking a sip. We then looked out the back of the truck and watched the trees and the birds fly by. I train then passed by, causing me to jump a little which Michael laughed at.