"Amara, your friend is here." Her mom shouts from downstairs. Amara furrows her eyebrows as she shuts her laptop and runs downstairs. "Who's here?" Amara asks her mom. "He told me he was a friend of yours. Lock the door and close the lights after, okay?" Amara nods as she walks up to the front door.
"Michael? What are you doing here?" Amara asks, confused. She looks around, wondering if he had brought his friends along with him. "It's just me." Michael says. "What do you want?" Amara asks. "I want to talk." Michael sighs.
"About?" Amara cocks an eyebrow. Michael was silent for a few moments. "You can come inside if you want." Amara steps aside. "I think its better if we speak outside." Michael says. Amara eyes him, suspiciously. "Look if this is some kind of hostage, I've had my training, I can take you down." Amara warns him.
"It's not a trap or hostage." Michael says to her. "Just, come outside, please?" Michael says. Amara steps down her porch, following Michael into his car. She sat on the passenger seat whilst Michael sat on the drivers seat. "So? Talk." Amara says.
"I heard about Kean Andersen." Michael says. "What about him?" Amara asks, confidently.
"I heard hes going out with you." Michael looks at her, "Is it true?"
"I'm going to prom with him. And why do you care about if he's out with me?" Amara responds. "And how did you know about that?" Amara asks immediately. "People talk. Especially Ashton." Michael replies, muttering the last part, but Amara heard. "So you and Ashton talked about this?" She asks.
"He told me about this. And he said he warned you-"
"And you're here to warn me too? Perfect." Amara slouches into the seat. Michael stayed quiet, not wanting cliché words to come out of his mouth anymore. He wanted to tell her how dangerous he was. But he couldn't say that without unraveling how he knew him and how he hated him. "Amara, I know you don't know me that well, but you need to stay away from him. He may hurt you." That was the best Michael could come up with.
"So, what? I go out with this one guy and suddenly you and Ashton are the founding members of the fan club to make my life miserable? You guys are pathetic." Amara spat, climbing out of the car. Michael immediately follows her, blocking her way.
"I can't give you the answers you want. But I-"
"You can't or you won't?" Amara questions him, a tense expression on her face. Michael's eyes soften, "It's complicated. Right now, you need to listen. He's not who he is."
"Everything is complicated with you!" Amara yells, frustrated. She was tired of Michael and Ashton telling her what to do, who to trust and just talking to her. "So I'm going to make this simple, stay the hell away from me. Or I swear to God, I will get the authorities involved. And something tells me you don't want that." Amara saw the slight fear flash in Michael's eyes when she spews those words. "Feel free to forward the message to Ashton." She says, pushing past him.
Amara's heart was still pounding when she got into her room. She takes a deep breath, hearing a car drive off of her street. A pang of guilt waved through her soon enough. She didn't mean to snap at him, but with the frustration from Ashton earlier, it pushed her over the edge. She sits on her bed, contemplating everything that just happened.
Eight in the morning, Amara sat by her study table, staring blankly at her laptop screen. "Hey, is everything okay?" Her mom walks in, laundry basket in hand. "Yeah. I'm fine." Amara responds, turning around to face her mom. "Are you excited for tonight?" She asks.
"I am." Amara says. Her mom sets down the laundry basket by her bed. "This Kean boy, how well do you really know him?" Her mom asks, suspiciously. "I know that he's a good person. He's humble and polite." Amara says.
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story of another us 》michael clifford
Fanfiction"So take this heart, put yourself in it This surprise ending I'm depending on Could be the story of another us."
