Good Girls (Michael Clifford Fanfic)~Try Hard Series~

Chapter 7

I arrived at Southside park in the middle of Perth. It was quiet and not many people came here. Since no one was around I let Oakley of his leash and let him run around. I laughed when he took off towards the trees.

I placed my green football down on the ground and started to dribble it around and headed to the goal.

Oakley wanted to be funny and try and take the ball away from my feet. I laughed, he was one weird dog.

I was going to be nice and play around with Oakley. I kicked the ball and he'd chase after it and we did this several times.

By now it was six at night. I didn't get much practice until Oakley layed down in the grass and took a nap next to my bag. I smiled at the sight.

As I headed towards the goal, Out of the corner of my eye I saw two figures standing on the path that went around the park. One of the figures had blue hair. 

I quickly kicked the ball into the goal and did my little goal dance. I still got it. Once I was done celebrating I looked back at the path and saw Michael with a tanned boy standing next to him. They seemed to be talking about something and looking at me. I gave an awkward wave and went to grab my ball. 

When I looked up again I saw that they had started on the path again walking away from me. 

I was tired and it was now 7:30. I picked up my stuff and put the leash back on Oakley. We got to my car and he jumped into the front seat. The drive home was quick. Once inside, Oakley went his way to the couch to sleep. I went into the kitchen and made some food for myself. 

I sat down next to Oakley and turned on the t.v. It was on some science channel. So, being the nerd I am, I watched it. 

My eyes started drooping about an hour into the show. Before I could pass out I got up and took a 30 minute shower. The warm water felt nice on my tense muscles. 

Getting out, my skin prickled up into goosebumps. I quickly wrapped my towel around me and walked into my bedroom. I slipped on plaid pants with my old soccer shirt. I brushed out my hair and Oakley walked into my room and jumped on his side of the bed.

Once I was done I turned off the light and layed down under the covers. I looked at the clock and saw it was only 11. So much for a fun weekend.

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{Michael's POV}

I woke up early in the morning and got dressed. It was friday, finally. I walked down the stairs and still saw an empty home. My parents stayed in Sydney with the rest of the band. That's when an idea popped into my head. I was going to call Calum and see if he wanted to drive down and hangout for the weekend. 

I dialed his number and he picked up on the second ring.

"Hello?" He asked.

"Hey Cal! I was wondering if you wanted to come down here and hangout with me?"

"I guess I can come down. Were not practicing this weekend, so, sure!" He said.

"Ok! I'll see you later then. Bye" I said.

"Sure thing. Bye."

I was now offcially happy that I wasn't going to be alone this weekend.

I did hear that there was going to be a party and Chelsea even asked if I wanted to go. But, I denied the offer.

I crawled into my hot, black car. When I started it, I quickly turned on the A/C. 

The drive was short. I got out and headed into the building. I went to my locker and made sure everything was in it's place. What? I'm a neat freak! When everything checked out ok, I headed towards the lunch room.