You were at the store last minute shopping for your brothers Christmas present. Keep in mind 'last minute' not because you had a job or anything. But because you simply forgot or didn't want to get it. You walked into the nearset gamestop and looked through all the games hoping that you'd find the one your brother has been talking about for the past 6 months. You went to go grab the game and some jerk snatched it up before you could. So you being yourself began to tell him off.
"What the fuck?!"
A boy with bright red hair looked at you with a small smile.
"Oh I'm sorry.." he replied.
"Can I please have the game! Its the last one and my brother has been asking for that game for the past 6 months and it's driving me insane."
"Well.. yeah sure.." he said handing the game over.
"Thanks so much"
"No problem... uhm.. can i have your number?"
"I dunno... can you?"
"Okay... sassy.. may i have your number"
"Only if you tell me your name first."
"Oh.. it's Michael, Michael Clifford"
"Well.. Mr. Game Stealing Clifford. Here" you said handing him a slip of paper that has your number.
"Call me sometimes yeah?"
"Oh.. uh sure?"
And that's how you met the red headed freak, Michael Clifford.
A/N: Michael isn't actually a freak, so nobody take offense to that. :-)
