Disconnected

0.4

• make your damn choice yours •

Kara sat in Burger King, painted in purple berry lipstick and high black leather boots. Often the sound of the icing door opening caught her attention as she thought it was Michael walking through those doors, but ended oh disappointed to see it would be either a large man buying a couple of combos for himself, or a kid.

Pulling out her shitty iPhone three-they are now considered unbelievably pathetic and below average-she notched that she was thankfully given free wifi.

"Kara?" Her light eyes shot up at the sound of her name. She saw him wearing a flannel around his waist that hung loosely with a black singlet and a band name written in sketchy writing with combat boots and black skinny jeans ripped at the knee.

"Hey Michael," she said, patting at the pathetic seat next to her that had tears through the back and scuff marks on the pillow.

He sat down and for a second, he wasn't sure if he should hug her. Would it seem awkward? They did share an brave yesterday, but was it not as important as today? Michael thought about buying her a better iPhone then the third to see if they would share a kiss.

"So this is your idea of me paying back? A ten dollar meal? Jesus, if you had to pay me back, I'd make you buy me dinner." She laughed, throwing her head back as if it was utterly hilarious. Michael smiled too, only because she looked really nice smiling; it was contagious.

Quirking his pierced eyebrow, he considered it. "Then I guess you're buying me lunch today, and dinner tomorrow."

"On a date, it's he who should be buying dinner... But I guess that one is on me," she said, a grin falling to her lips. She had few thin strands of hair scattered around her face, and although he could see her perfectly he wanted to push back her nice long dark locks to have an even better view of her rosy cheeks and lively eyes. Michael knew that this girl does seem like a challenge; her grouchy outbursts and that frown that seemed to take her face as she looked down at the music she was examining while having an earphone in.

"Who says it's a date?" Michael asked, putting her on the spot as she dumbly looked back at her phone in humiliation. "I-uh, I didn't necessarily mean it like that-"

She took a deep breath and settled her nerves, "what I mean is that, on films it's the guy that buys her dinner."

Smirking as he squinted his eyes in idea, "and what films are we thinking of right now?"

"I don't know, The Notebook? The Vow?"

"And each of these movies all contain romance?"

She nodded, not seeing where he was going with this. He wanted to tell her how pretty she looked with her blushing cheeks and fidgety fingers. "You look so hot."

Baffled, her eyes shot wide, and for a second he thought he saw a look of disappointment, but she quickly covered it up with a smile. "Look Kara, if you wanted me to be your boyfriend that bad, you could've just said so, because i'd love to make babies with you."

She slapped his chest, but he knew she liked it.

"What are you listening to?" He asked, seeing that she couldn't stop laughing by his words. Would she ever date this guy? Most likely not, she was with the dreamboat at school-not officially boyfriend/girlfriend, but almost there.

She smiled up at him and said with a pleased voice, "Bastille."

His eyes studied her, and she wasn't sure if he was staring right through her, reading her thoughts and knowing her deepest secrets. "You're lying, you don't like them."

He grabbed her-technically his-phone and began to type artists into her iTube app.

"Blink one-eight-two, what kind of name is that?" She scoffed. He saw that she was kind of a stubborn girl, and he could tell that she was one of those kids that were filled with money and liked to get things their way, but there was more to the obnoxious girl was a bad attitude and sour look.

"Just listen," he scoffed back, rolling his eyes rudely. Surprised, she looked at the screen and shared the other earphone with him.

"Like it?" He asked after a few silent moments.

"Yeah."

He began to cache a number of songs until she had two hundred and eighty-three songs downloaded within two hours.

"Why were you listening to music you don't like?" His sudden question had Kara wonder if she subconsciously asked herself that.

"I just, I don't know. A lot of people like their-"

"It doesn't matter about what they like. It's about you. You should be able to make your own choices," he said, nudging her side with his elbow.

She thought about spilling everything, being the real Kara, but then she remembered all those times she was doubted because of her personal choices, and how she fought to keep a title at school. She couldn't give that all up for Michael.

"Bastille is my choice," she clarified.

She heard him sigh, and she looked at the singlet closely with a number of holes in it.

"Oh god, Michael. We have to get you a new look," she said, wrinkling her nose as she saw the tears in his jeans. Michael was offended, and considered bagging her about her overdone makeup, but then he knew that that would only cause her to leave.

"This style is my choice," he said, a smirk arising on his face.

She pondered over the look of his clothes. Sure, he did wear the style well, but if he ever wanted to reach the top of the popularity scale he'd have to it down on his 'rips' and focus on a sleek style of waxed hair and get some tattoos, also taking out that damn eyebrow piercing.

"How about this," Kara took the phone from his fingers, and liked how warm the phone was from his fingers as she went into Safari and began to type multiple brands and haircuts.