Scarred // michael clifford

Fried Chicken

//an: Hi:)//
*Brooklynn POV*
I woke up cold. As if I was missing something. Or someone. What happened last night? I tried to sit up, but fell right back down. My head was pounding and the light illuminating from the window made it worse. I looked over to the night stand and there was advil and water.

My arms slowly reached out to grab the water. I took a sip and swallowed the pill. My throat was dry, so I quickly finished the rest of the water. I placed the glass back down, but before I turned away my eyes caught a note addressed to me. The handwriting was definitely Michael's.

Brookie,
I went out for a few errands. I'll be back before 6. Make yourself comfy:)
Mikey xx

I looked over at the clock and saw that it was already past 2 in the afternoon. Fuck. Well I better do something productive. I walked into the kitchen and saw that Michael had gone to get groceries earlier before leaving again. The fridge was now filled and so was some of the pantry. Dinner. I'll make him dinner.

I could smell the alcohol from last night on my body. I certainly needed to shower first. I had a rubber band in my purse, so I tied my hair into a bun and walked into his bathroom. I turned the shower on and hopped in. Enjoying the house to myself I sang Caffeine Cold by Fall Out Boy as loud as possible.

Once I finished I threw one of Michael's Blink shirts on and my skinnys back on. I felt refreshed and ready to make something. I grabbed everything I needed. Fried Chicken. I learned everything from my grandmother when I'd visit in the summers. She may have disowned her daughter, but she loved me to death.

Once the chicken was ready to fry, I softly placed it in the pan. My phone was currently on the counter and I had my ATL albums on repeat. I sang along as I waited for the chicken to cook. I began to dance, swaying my hips to the beat of Stella //an: fav//

After minutes of being loud and not caring I felt hands on my hips. I screamed, and jumped around. Michael stood there with a smirk on his face.

"Hi baby." His voice raspy, yet hot. Chills ran up my spine and my body felt fuzzy from the pet name.

"You're back early." I pecked his lips and turned back to the chicken.

"It smells good." He leaned down and nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck. Leaving small kisses all over. "You smell good."

I bit my lip nervously. I began to panic. It seemed to become harder to breathe. "Michael not right now, please." My voice trembled at the end. I felt my eyes begin to swell up. Calm down Brooke. Tears tricked down my face.

Michael seemed to notice and turn me around. "Baby no. Don't cry." He wiped my tears away with his thumb. "What's wrong? Breathe baby." I took an exaggerated breathe in to make sure I got enough air.

"I'm sorry. I guess I just get scared at times. I'm afraid that your..."

"That I'm what?" He asked sincerely. "I'm only in this for sex?" I gulped the lumped in my throat and nodded. "Brooke. I'm not just in this for that. I feel something with you. Something I've never felt with anyone. And I wanna be with you. For more than that. I was going to ask you later. But Brooklynn Mary Young will do the honour of being my girlfriend?"

A smile crept on my face. I was afraid of answering and bursting into tears. So I simply kissed him. I put all I had into the kiss. He followed along, kissing me back. It was definitely the most passionate one we've had yet. I pulled away and just smiled. Not wanting to open my eyes quite yet. I slowly opened my dull grey eyes and looked up at his vibrate green ones already looking down at me.

"I'm guessing yes?" He laughed.

"Of course." I pecked his lips again before returning to the almost burnt chicken. Oops.

"I bought some champagne. I was hoping to make it a special night." He's the most amazing guy I could ask for. And now he's mine.
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We sat on the couch, cuddling and watching some cheesy movie. I wasn't paying much attention to it. More of sneaking glances at Michael here or there.

"I'm thinking about dropping out of high school." I brought the topic up. I had the thought in my mind for awhile now. I just haven't told him.

"Um well... why?"

"I hate it there. I have no need to go there. I've learned all of this. And I don't need another year of teachers shit and I just can't do it."

"I may sound like the most hypocritical person ever, but you can't. You're almost done. It's your last year. You have to stay." He rubbed small circles on my back. "And if you hate it that much you can do independent study. It's online classes. Since your 18, you can sign yourself up." I hadn't thought about that yet.

"I'm actually really considering that. Better than going to school, and I could see you a lot more." I smirked.

"Let's get you signed up then!" He jumped up quickly.

"You're such a dork." I laughed at him.

"But I'm your dork."
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//an: Fluffy. Fluffy. Fluffy. I have no idea how I'm gunna screw this whole thing up;) Be patient. School is killer//