Today was Christmas. Michael was off with his family for the holidays and I just sat in the trailer all day. I had no where else to really go. I went out before into town to see Alexa. I gave her some food and a nice new blanket. She loved it. I wanted to bring her back to the trailer with me, but I knew Michael would not like that. I could understand why he wouldn't want that. Tomorrow night Nick and Max are coming to receive the money. We saved up a lot and Michael said they will be fine. I still feel awful about everything. It was all my fault. I really need to make it up to them. I don't know how yet, but I will make it up to them. I slept in late today. It was around 1:30 when I woke up. I slowly crawled out of bed and went to the fridge. I really wasn't in the mood for cereal or anything. I saw a can of beer in the fridge. I knew it probably wasn't the best idea to have that.
"Fuck it." I said under my breath, taking the beer out.
I cracked open the can and took a sip. It's Christmas I can have some for breakfast. I've had worse. I put on the radio and sat down at the table. It sucks that Michael couldn't be here for me on Christmas, but he needs to be with his family today.
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It was now 5pm. I saw a car pull into the drive way, knowing it was Michael. I peeked out the window and saw Michael's parents walk up the stairs to the house, Michael then following behind them with some boxes I'm his hand. Probably were gifts. I then sat back down and waited for Michael to come over and see me. I got another beer out of the fridge and put it out on the table figuring Michael would want it when he got here.
15 minutes later, I peak out the window to see Michael walking over. I walked over the the trailer door and opened it for him.
"Merry Christmas Kayla." He smiled.
"Merry Christmas Mikey." I said, giving him a quick kiss before coming inside.
"So how was it with your family?" I asked, sitting back down.
"It was alright. You know them, always trying to tell me how music isn't a good career choice and to stop dying my hair." He laughed, picking up the car of beer and cracking it open.
"I went and saw Alexa this morning and gave her some things she might need." I said
"That's good how is she doing?"
"Alright." I said
It then went quiet for a moment. It was only about 2minutes but it felt like 10.
"So tomorrow." Michael began to say.
"What time are they coming?" I asked.
"Some time in the afternoon. Probably around 5pm." Michael said, taking a sip if beer.
"We should have the cops at the house to catch them." I said
"When they see the cop car that won't be good that just might get us killed." Michael said
"What if they hide the car."
"True." Michael said.
"We should go talk to your parents about that." I said, putting my can in the garbage.
"We should, but first we need to stop at Luke's house. I told him I would stop by with the guys to say Merry Christmas." Michael then stood up and finished the rest of his beer.
"Sure." I said, getting up from my seat.
We then walked outside and to Michael's car. Once in his car, we pulled out of the driveway and on the road.
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Homeless (Michael Clifford Fanfic)
Fanfic18 year old Kayla has had a rough past that has lead her to become homeless. For the past year and a half life had been hard. Sleeping on streets, abandoned houses, and going through lists of pain and hard work to make little money for food. Her lif...
