Save Me - clifford (a.u.)

6.

2 and a half hours later we finished a full french summary on Jean Duvet, and we were gluing pictures onto the board.

"I love the french culture." Said Michael.

"What do you love most?" I asked.

"You know french toast, french cheese..." He began.

"French fries.  Those are my favourite French thing." I said gluing a picture onto the board.

"French Fries sound so good. I'm starving." He said.

"Same."

"Alright Dani, what shall we eat." He asked jumping up and looking into the fridge.  He looked disappointed and closed it.  Then he opened his pantry and pulled out a box of  something.

"Pancakes?" He suggested.

"YES." I said excitedly.  I love pancakes. I got up and went over to the island where michael put the mix down.

"Alright pancakes it is"

"What do you want me to do?" I asked.

"I need you to get eggs and milk from the fridge and ill get a bowl."

I opened up the fridge to find nothing more than a jug of milk, a dozen eggs and some cans of Cola.  I pushed that to the back of my mind and grabbed the eggs and the milk.

"How many eggs?" I asked.

"Umm 2." He said reading the box.

"Alright." I grabbed two eggs with one hand and then the jug with the other.

He poured the mix into a bowl and then I handed him the eggs.

"Here." He gave one back to me.

I shook my head. "Oh no I can't cook." I said still shaking my head.

"You can't break an egg, Princess?"

"No.  I'll probably burn it." I admitted.  Michael started laughing at me.

"Okay well hold the egg,"  I took the egg in my hand and waved it in his face sarcastically.

He took the egg in his hand. "Now you gently tap the shell on the bowl like this." He tapped the egg on the bowl until it cracked, and then he flawlessly opened the egg letting no shells in.

"I can't do that." I said

"Sure you can, just try Dani."

I hit the egg, too hard I think, on the bowl and then I opened up the egg letting a piece of a shell in.

"Oops." I said picking out the shell and throwing both of the shells in the garbage.

"Good job, Princess." He said smirking, grabbing a whisk.

"Michael please I can cook." I said lying and taking the whisk from his hand, and began mixing the batter.

"You need more muscle." He put his hand on mine, and it sent chills down my spine and pulled my hand away in panic.

"What?" He asked looking at me.

"Nothing." I said avoiding his gaze.

"I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable.  I didn't mean to.." He began to mumble.

"No, no.  It was my fault I overreacted." I said.

"Dani, relax.  I don't think of you like that.  I'm sorry, youre pretty ant everything, but we're just friends," He paused and looked down at his hands, "We are friends now right?"

I smiled.  "Yea we're friends."

Michael

Did I just friendzone myself?

*

"What time is your mom coming?" He asked me.  I looked down at my phone  and saw 3 unread messages from her.

"Now I guess."

There was furious knocking on Michael's door.  That would be my mother.

"Thats her." I said guaranteeing it.

"She sounds pissed." He admitted, probably hoping to be wrong.

"She always is." I said shaking my head and opening up the door, and seeing my mom on the other side.

"Danielle, I texted you three times with no reply.  I pay for your phone bill so I know it's working." She said stepping in.  I saw her wrinkle her nose as she looked around. 

And then she saw Michael.  She looked pale as a ghost.

"And wh-who are you?" She demanded.

"Michael Clifford.  It's nice to meet you Mrs. Froster."  He said holding out his hand for a hand shake, that my mother ignored.

"My dear, what have you done to your head?" She blurted out.

Michael looked hard at me "MOM." I yelled.

"WHAT HE LOOKS LIKE A PEACOCK.  DANIELLE HIS HAIR IS BLUE." 

Michaels eyes flickered from me to my mom.  I'm guessing to try and figure out if this is a joke.

"Thanks mom I had no idea." I said shaking my head.

"Did you finish your project, or were you too busy making jell-o with his hair?"

"Yes ma'am we finished." He blurted out.  I was about to throw myself off of the balcony.

She wrinkled her nose as if she smelt something unpleasant, which has just become this permanent facial expression since she walked in.

"Good." She said sharply, "Come Danielle."

"By Mrs. Froster it was nice meeting you." He said trying for the handshake again, that she just completely ignored without any intention of being polite about it.

"I'll see you tomorrow." He whispered.  I nodded and waved as my mom was halfway down the hall.

"That was your partner?" She asked as we were waiting for the elevator.

"Yes." I said.

"And your teacher assigned him with you."

"Yes."

"And you're not friends?" She asked as we walked into the elevator.

I shrugged.

She sighed.

"You and that thing can be friends but I have rules." She said as we got off of the elevator.

"He's a human being mom. And of course you do." I said forcefully pulling my door handle.

"He is not allowed in our house.  Your father is already borderline a heart attack with his work.  You are not allowed in his house alone.  Like that, yes, that is not allowed. By the way where was his mother?"

"I have no clue, Mom." I said shaking my head.

"Any mother that lets their son do that to his head..." She began and then cut herself off.

I leaned back into my chair and put in my headphones tuning my mother out for the rest of the car ride home.