A/N: Okay I wanted to say that this has no relation to Michael's parents in real life!
-prettylittlepaynes
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Ally's POV:
My study date with Michael was yesterday.. can I even call it a date? All I did was listen to his voice while stairing blankly at his hand moving across the paper. Every time he asked me if I understood I just nodded and mumbled 'mmhm'. I have no idea why I can't think straight around him. It's becoming a problem.
"Al! Get your butt out of bed and take pumkin out for a walk! It's Saturday for goodness sakes! Get out of the house!" My mom yells from the kitchen. I groan and change out of my sweatpants and t-shirt. Opening my closet, I grab black jogging shorts and a pink tank top. I throw my hair into a messy bun and slip on some socks and sneakers. Who am I trying to impress anyway?
"Pumpkin?" I call for my toy poodle. As she comes bounding towards me, I grab the leash. Her energy picks up when she notices we're going on a walk. I clip the leash onto her collar and head out of the house.
Something catches her attention and she begins to sprint down the sidewalk. I run after her calling her name multiple times. My grip on the leash deteriorates.
"Pumpkin!" I scream as she turns into a driveway of a massive house. Well this is going to be awkward. The leash falls from my hands and she runs through the poor family's doggie door. Pushing a few stray piece of hair from my face I walk up to the front door. I push the doorbell lightly and wrap my hands around my waist, waiting for an answer. Suddenly, the door swings open and a shirtless Michael apears and in his arms is a very happy Pumpkin.
"U-um..." I stutter, trying my best to keep my eyes conected with his., "Sorry about Pumpkin barging in like that.."
Michael chuckles, "Its fine, come in! It would be a shame if you came all the way here and had to leave so early."
I nod and step in. Michael puts pumpkin on the rugged floor, she walks away like she's been here before. Has she?
"Has Pumkin been here before?" I ask. Michael sits on a black leather couch in the next room over. He invites me to sit next to him.
"Yeah she comes almost everyday," He replies.
"Michael Gordon have you seen-" A lady who I presume is Michael's mother walks in. Her eyes scan my outfit, her nose wrinkles in distaste "Who is this Michael?"
"O-oh I was just leaving," I comment, standing up from the couch.
"No you we-"Michael starts but his mom inturrups.
"I think thats a good idea. But how about you come for dinner tonight! Michael is having some friends over! Carter or something like that?" His mom suggests.
"Calum, mom! For the last time, his name is Calum!" Michael runs his hands through his hair, clearly annoyed.
"Such an unusual name," Mrs. Clifford tsks and heads back into the other room.
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A/N: Sorry it's so short! Another update coming today!
-prettylittlepaynes :)
