I woke up in my own bed, but there were no arms wrapped around my waist. I rubbed the sleep away from my eyes and frowned.
How in the hell did I get home?
I sighed picking up my phone and calling Michael.
"Uhello?" A sleepy voice came across the other line.
"Michael? Hi. How did I get home last night?" I asked.
"Oh, you fell asleep at mine, and I wasn't sure if you wanted to stay so I called Ashton and he came and picked you up and brought you home." He was still half asleep.
"Ashton?" I asked. My bottom lip trembled a bit.
"He still cares about you Keely." Michael reassured.
"Do you wana do something today?" I asked. I have nothing to do. Maybe I can get my mind off of Ash.
"Uh yeah. Sounds fun. What do you want to do?"
"Maybe we can skateboard." I suggested.
He laughed, "I can't skateboard."
"Well you can watch me then we can get ice cream."
See, I'm American. I like football and skateboarding. Maybe that's why boys like me. Eh, beats me.
"Alright deal."
"Okay I'll text you my address." I said.
"Right." He said, then I hung up and texted him my address.
Summer. I need to go shopping. I hate shopping, but I need new clothes. I put on some high waisted shorts, a crop top, white converse, and a white snapback that said 'evil' on it. I just straighted my long hair then waited down stairs.
"Hi Dad." I said.
"Hi kid, where are you going?" He asked.
Well damn.
I swallowed, "Uhm, going to breakfast with Ashton."
"Alright sweetie."
*knock knock*
"Oh! There's Ashton! See you Dad! Tell Mum I said bye!"
See I'm American, but I say 'Mum' because I think it sounds better.
I opened the door to a smiling Michael.
"Hi." I said.
"Hi. Let's go."
"Hold on." I grabbed my skateboard then walked out the door.
We walked down my driveway then I put down my skateboard and pushed off.
"Slow down!" Michael wined.
"Speed up!" I mocked him. I got a glare in return which made me smile.
"Why are you smiling?" He asked once he was caught up with me.
"I don't know." I responded. We were just going down the road headed for who knows where.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"Wherever the wind takes us." He chuckled then added,
"Ice cream, remeber?"
I nodded and smiled at him again.
"Do you have any secret talents?" I asked.
"Secret talents." He repeated.
"Music." He added.
"Music? I love music." I said.
"What's your favorite song."
"Oh! I love that song about living on a prayer, oh what's it called."
"Huh?" He asked giving me a confused look.
"You know! That one song!" I said trying to remeber the name.
He shook his head and smiled, "No Keely I don't know."
I frowned, "Well let's just get ice-cream."
I picked up my skateboard as Michael and I walked into the ice-cream shop.
"I'll have a vinalla please." I asked.
"Really? You don't need the calories." The girl working there commented.
I was confused for a second but then I realized it was the blonde chick from the party.
"Yeah your probably right, but technically you have to give it to me." I said.
She rolled her eyes at me while handing me my ice-cream. She then turned to Michael.
"What can I get for you?" She asked batting her eyelashes. Dear lord help her.
"Uhm, I could go for some kindness." He said.
What?
"What?" The blonde behind the counter asked.
"Yeah, I would like a large serving of kindness, then I would like to give it to you because you seem to need it." He spat.
"Well, I may be a bitch but at least I'm pretty." She finished then looked at me.
Bitch.
"You could apply as much makeup as you would like but you honestly won't ever be as pretty as Keely, so I suggest you shut the hell up." He smiled and put the money on the counter. We walked out of the shop quickly but not before Michael threw up his middle finger at her.
I laughed, "You shut her up."
"I know, she didn't know what to do!" He chuckled.
"She's mean."
"She's a fuckhead." He cursed.
"Hey! Language!" I scolded him.
"Sorry, I have a potty mouth."
We laughed as he walked me back home.
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I was in my room on twitter when I heard a knock on my door.
"COME IN!" I yelled.
My Dad opened the door and came to sit beside me.
"Keely, two things, one, Mrs. Irwin wanted me to give this too you." He handed me the picture of Ash and I. The one where my legs were wrapped around his torso and my arms were around his neck. We were both smiling at the camera. Damn I missed him already.
"And I know you wern't with Ashton today. Who were you with? Spill."
Shit. Shitshitshitshit.
Know how I said my parents are really judgemental? Yeah, I wasn't kidding.
I sighed, "I was with Michael."
"Michael? I don't know him. What does he look like?" My Dad asked.
"Does it matter what he looks like?" I asked getting a bit annoyed.
He gave me a stern look, "I want to meet him."
"Uhhh, why?"
"Because." He reasoned
'Because,' honestly.
"Fine." I said.
My Dad walked out of my room, satisfied.
I texted Michael.
"Can you please come meet my Dad tommrow?"
He replied, "Yeah sure. But why?"
'Idk he's just being a Dad.'
'Okay haha, I'll be at yours tommrow at 5pm'
'Okay thanks Michael:)'
'Anything for you Keely!:)'
I smiled and put my phone down. Michael's great. My Dad has to like him.
Hopefully.
