Damn, You're Cute (Michael Clifford)

Chapter 48

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As the sky above us got dark, Michael and I talked about anything and everything sitting on his childhood trampoline. He sat across from me with his knees touching mine as we discussed likes and dislikes, movies, school, you name it.

"You like Grease, are you serious?" Michael scoffed in disbelief, falling back on the trampoline in laughter only to spring back up. His dip in the trampoline made me pop up before returning back to our normal positions.

"It's a classic!" I defended myself, crossing my arms over my chest. I had always loved that film. The songs were catchy and the costumes were done to perfection. My mom and dad used to sit with me when I was younger and watch it on weekends.

"Being a classic does not make its acting and music good." he argued with a smile plastered on his lips. Michael didn't like real fights, but playful banter he was all for.

"Fine, what do you consider a classic?" I asked as a flock of birds in the sky passed over us, making me realize that the sun would be setting soon.

Michael rested back on the palms of his hands, tilting his head at me as he thought. I mimicked him.

"Ferris Bueller's Day Off," he decided and my lips stretched into a smile because I couldn't disagree. Basically everyone loves that movie so I couldn't say he was wrong.

"That's not fair. No one hates that movie." I stuck out my bottom lip, batting my long eyelashes at him. Although Michael liked banter, I liked winning our little fights.

"Don't look at me like that!" he laughed, craning his neck to look away. "You're like Kate. I can't say no to a face like that."

"It's my speciality," I joked, flashing him a cheesy smile once he returned his gaze on me. Michael shook his head at me, both of us erupting into a fit of giggles. It wasn't because our conversation was remotely funny, but because the other's presence just made us content.

Once our laughter subsided, I scooted over to sit beside him instead of across, the mood changing from playful to thoughtful. I leaned my head on his shoulder before I nodded toward the sun on the horizon, "The sun is going to set any minute."

Michael rested his cheek on the top of my head as we both watched the nature around us being bathed in the golden light. The silence wasn't uncomfortable, just relaxing.

"You don't mind spending the night out here, right?" Michael asked, breaking the silence. His signature green eyes had a speckled brown ring around them from the setting sun, which I noticed when I picked up my head to look at him.

"You forget it was my idea," I said, mesmerized by his eyes. There were even golden spots randomly placed within the emeralds. "But of course I don't mind."

"Good," he took my hand, looking out at the sun that was beginning to fade from view. I returned my head to his shoulder as the sun slowly moved down over the horizon until it disappeared all together. The bright yellow light dazed, leaving the sky to be a dark blue with gray and purple on the horizon. "The stars will be out soon." he said quietly and he was right. The sky would get a little bit darker and then the millions of tiny lights would appear above us.

"Michael," I said suddenly, bringing on a whole different subject instead of dwelling on the soon to be stars. Just thinking about being happy with Michael brought my attention to Abigail, the girl who desperately wanted what we had even if she wouldn't admit it. I could see it on her face whenever she looked at Michael.