Trusting Again (5SOS)

Fifteen

Michael

I was so happy when I found out we would still be in New York for Savannah’s birthday. She was turning twenty which meant she was older than me by a few months, but oh well. I woke up super early that day and prepared everything I had been planning for the last two months. It wasn’t much, but I knew she would love it.

I woke her up by yelling happy birthday at the top of my lungs and jumping on the bed beside her. She threw a pillow at my head and muttered something into another pillow. “What was that?” I asked as I flopped down next to her.

She pulled her head out from under the pillow and attempted to tame her wild bed head. “I said that if you don’t shut up and stop being hyper at this time of day I’m going to shave your head,” she muttered with only one eye open.

“You wouldn’t dare,” I laughed. ” You said it yourself; you fell in love with the Michael Gordon Clifford that dyes his hair all the time.”

“Whatever, why did you wake me up so early?”

“Because it’s your birthday silly, and I’ve got a surprise for you.” I jumped out of bed and pulled the cover off of her. She pulled her knees to her chest and covered her legs with my shirt. I don’t think she ever wore anything else as pajamas anymore. She glared at me while rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

“You better remember this when your birthday rolls around.” She got up and headed for the shower with her clothes in hand. Her hair was a mess and she had bags under her eyes, but that’s what I loved the most about her. She didn’t care what other people thought about her. If she walked into a ball wearing ripped skinny jeans and a leather jacket she wouldn’t bat an eye at the people staring at her or talking bad about her.

I lay back on the bed and relived every memory I had of the two of us. In about a week we would be able to say that we had been dating for a year, since management screwed up and we had a month to just wander around England with nothing to do. I heard a door open and felt my jaw hit the ground. Savannah was wearing a black Pokemon crop top that showed her belly button and a pair of red ripped skinny jeans. Her hair was back to its normal dirty blond color since I forbid her from dyeing it black again and she was wearing her normal high tops.

I got up and walked towards her without a word. As I got closer I noticed that she put on concealer and smoky eye shadow. “Do I look alright?” she asked once she noticed I hadn’t said anything the whole time I’d been gawking over her. I could not form words, so I grabbed her waist and pressed a long, sweet kiss against her lips. Her arms wound their way around my neck as she played with my fading pink hair and my fingers drew designs in her skin.

We pulled apart and just stared at each other for a moment. I got lost in her jade green eyes. The thick black stripe around her irises that I loved was there and she had that lovely mischievous sparkle of hers.  She shrunk a few inches and I realized that she had been standing on her tip toes the whole kiss. I chuckled and she blushed a light pink color.

I decided it was about time to start the day, so I dragged her to the kitchen, both of us laughing the whole way. I had attempted to fix pancakes and coffee, but by the look on Savannah’s face I didn’t to a very good job on the coffee. “Mikey,” she coughed,” did you put any sugar in this?” I sheepishly looked at the floor and handed her the sugar from out of one of the cabinets.

“So that’s what I was missing,” I muttered. She pecked my cheek and laughed at the blush no doubt making its way across my face.

“So what all do you have planned for today?” she asked once we finished up all of the pancakes.

“I’m going to help you have the courage to do two things you’ve always wanted to.”

“Is that why you wouldn’t let me dye my hair black?!”

“Yes, black is very hard to dye over unless you bleach it out first.” She jumped at me and wrapped her arms around my neck. I caught her by the waist and spun her around while we both laughed.

“Thank you so freaking much! Wait, where are the boys? By now they’d be yelling at us for being too lovey dovey.”

“I ran them out of the house until tonight that way we can be alone.”

We walked down the street to her first surprise. A few of the older people watching us sent disapproving glares as we walked into the tattoo parlor. I placed one of my arms around Savannah’s waist to let everyone know that she was mine. We sat down and waited for the artist to come out. When he did I could see Savannah shaking like a leaf.

“You’ll be alright,” I whispered in her ear as she sat down to draw out the design. It ended up as a watercolor dream catcher that would go all the way from her right shoulder down to her elbow. I asked her why she loved dream catchers so much one day, and she told me they’re a Native American charm to keep bad dreams away.

She had calmed down by the time he got the stencil on. It looked wicked when he got done with it! There were lots of blues, greens, and oranges to add brightness.

The next thing on my list involved the salon across town. Savannah told me that she had wanted to dye her hair blue and purple since like sixth grade, so I was gonna help her get the courage. We both got our hair dyed. Her hair was light blue down to her ears then it turned a rich purple. Mine was just bright freaking blue, but Savannah acted like she loved it.

We walked around town and hung out with some fans until it was time for the rest of my plan. I dragged her back to the hotel with a huge grin plastered on my face the whole time.