My first- A Michael Clifford Fan Fiction

Chapter 5

As I walked down the never ending side walk, the sun set behind the clouds and it began to rain lightly. I replayed the conversation I had with Michael in my head with disbelief. He was just like everyone described him, a stuck up band member that only cares about himself.

I finally reached the end of the street and looked up at the stop sign. I had no clue where I was and my phone beeped alerting me that it was about to die. I looked down both sides of the empty street and decided the left was the way out of the neighborhood. By the time I reached the end of the neighborhood my feet were killing me and I was completely soaked, it was my luck that the longer I walked the heavier it rained. It was also my luck that I was wearing a white shirt.

I took off the boots after deciding that the night couldn't get any worse. I laughed when I realized that I probably looked like a homeless sewer rat to the cars that occasionally drove by. I spotted a bus stop after walking another mile down the road and gratefully sat down under the protection of the overhang that was positioned over the bench.

The fluorescent lights shined directly onto me, to what I was most ungrateful. I had no clue what time it was and after waiting a while I came to the conclusion that the bus wasn't coming. It was a good thing I texted my mom I wouldn't come home tonight because it was looking like it would take till morning to get there.

I picked at the hot pink nail polish that coated my nails as the sound of a car approached. I got excited thinking it was a bus, but to my disappointment the fiery red car belonged to the red headed boy I called a dick hours earlier.

"You look a bit lost" he smirked as he let his tattooed arm hang out of the window.

"What do you want? I did leave the party to get away from you, you know" I said turning my head.

"Get in the car." He said his eyes serious.

"Look honey, no amount of beer could make me get in the car with you." I repeated the statement he spit at me earlier.

"Ugh stubborn bitch" he mumbled under his breath. He put the car and park and walked towards me.

"What are you doing?" I questioned.

"Taking you home" he smirked as he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.

"What the hell are you doing? Put me down!" I said throwing my arms and legs around like a psycho. His strong arms only tightened their grip as he carried me to his car and put me in his passenger seat. Me smiled like a child and walked to the drivers side, clearly proud of his victory.

After he started his car and began to drive he asked for an address. I paused before giving him my own. I didn't have the energy to deal with Everett tonight. His gentlemanly behavior was almost concerning.

"You know I'm only letting you drive me because I'm out of options at this point." I sighed looking out of the window.

"I'm really not as bad as you think" he looked at me a little hurt by my words. I wasn't sure why he felt the need to defend himself, but he wasn't willing to drop it.

"You're right, you are worse. Thanks for the ride though." I said as he pulled into my driveway.

"Wait." He said grabbing my hand. I looked at him with wide eyes.

"I just need you to know that I'm not as bad as you think. Oh and Heather, you looked nice tonight" he genuinely smiled. I tried to hide the blush that covered my face as I shut his car door. I walked as quickly as I could to my front door without tripping. Once inside, I stripped out of wet clothes and laid down in bed staring at my spinning ceiling fan. I got no sleep that night, but I was thankful I wouldn't have to seen anyone from the party until Monday.