Lying To Be Perfect?// Michael Clifford.

8.

I have three bags of just books, DVDs and CDs. I'm very conflicted if I should give them away or not. I mean, this is my life's collection! So I take out all the deluxe editions, I mean, why not?! Deluxe editions are life! OK, maybe I could take out the Airhead series too... and why am I even thinking of giving away Just Getting Started?! Oh my god, no. I have to take this out too. Why is Where We Are even here?! What's wrong with me? After 20 minutes, I have only one bag left. Ugh, I hate my life. I hate myself. Why am I like this? I need money but I'm such a selfish bitch. OK, seriously, I've done the most impossible task, CLEARLY. You just can't ask a fangirl to pack all of her collection in a bag and give it away to someone I DON'T EVEN KNOW? Doesn't make sense! But I need money... Oh my god. Michael is waiting for me. I'm seriously the dumbest person, ever. He clearly must have left after sometime. But I still give it a shot because I am the one who needs money.

I walk towards Starbucks, and Michael sitting with someone. A girl. I'm not assuming anything. Honestly, I'm not like those fangirls who assume stuff. But they are sitting really close. Really. Um. OK. Honestly, I just want money. I don't care if he's hanging out with some hot girl who looks like a fucking goddess. I walk towards them awkwardly and clear my throat. Michael is looking at me and then he smiles. I love his smile.

"Okay, then, Amanda," Michael gets up and hugs her, "I've got to leave,"

"Aw babe, okay," Amanda frowns.

Babe.

He just chuckles and hugs her as if I'm not standing right in front of them. Oh my god. He has a girlfriend. I know it. They're dating. They are totally giving this couple vibe He has a fucking girlfriend and he's dating me in my own world. Omg. Nobody should know about this. What if someone took a picture of this? What if they captured this entire thing? What will I do? Fuck.

"This is Andrea, by the way. My friend," Michael introduces me, "And Andrea this is Amanda, my other friend?" he chuckles.

So cute.

"Hey, Andrea," Amanda is saying. Omg. Even her voice is beautiful. Why do I have to be such a rat?

"Hey," I say being really awkward.

"See ya later, Mikey," she finally says and leaves.

Mikey. K.

"Let's go?" Michael questions. And I nod.

***

The entire ride was rather awkward. I was really confused of what to say and he kept listening to Nirvana. Good. OK. At least music makes it easier to not converse.

"Do you like Nirvana?" he asks after 5 minutes.

"Yes!" I say. Honestly, I've never even heard a song.

"What's your favorite song?" he smiles.

Damn.

"I can't decide! All of them!" I say.

He just nods and continues driving.

After a while of him driving he stops the car in the middle of nowhere and I look at him in surprise, "We're here!" he grins.

I get out of the car and look at the shop. It's really cool. It's like, in a corner and it looks very vintage! I honestly feel like Taylor Swift right now. Because vintage. Everything vintage reminds me of Taylor. Michael grabs my hand and we walk in. Honestly, I am crying internally because he held my hand. His hands are so soft, he is actually a red velvet cake. He looks like a fluffy red velvet cake with his red hair and now his hands so feel so fluffy and amazing. I cannot believe my thoughts right now. God, I should be worrying about money. And now how Michael is a red velvet cake.