Michael hasn't arrived yet. I decided to change my outfit because Michael and I were going out after he meets my dad. It might get cold so I just threw on my favorite swearshirt that said 'teenage dirtbag.'
*Knock-Knock*
I walked out into the living room to answer the door.
"Hi Michael." I grinned.
"Howdy."
"Howdy?" I asked.
"Howdy." He confirmed.
"So when do I get to meet your Dad?" He continued.
"Right now." My Dad walked into the living room where Michael and I were standing. My Dad took one look at Michael and his eyes widened.
Damnit.
"Uhm, Keely, can I uh, talk to you for a second?" My Dad asked.
Okay, you would get annoyed easily at your parents if they were as judgemental as mine. Honestly! Who is he to judge Michael on how he looks. I think Michael's adorable...
"Acually Dad, if you need to talk to me, you can say anything to me in front of Michael. He's my friend."
My Dad just looked pissed now. At firt he was shocked, now he's just pissed.
"Fine. I don't like how pale Michael's skin is, I don't like his red hair, and I don't like that he wears black skinny jeans in the summer."
Michael looked down at his feet. Gee thanks-a-fucking-lot-Dad.
"Well, I'm sorry you feel that way. Because I happen to like all those things about Michael. It's not like you can choose my friends." I crossed my arms.
Let's play Dad, let's go.
"HA! I absoulutely can choose your friends! I will not let my daughter be friends with an ugly punk rocker dude" My Dad spat at Michael.
That shit.
I grabbed Michael's arm and pulled him out of my house.
"MICHAEL IS ADORABLE! I AM SO SORRY YOU CAN'T BE FRIENDS WITH HIM!" I yelled slamming the door shut to my house.
"Michael, I'm so so sorry. Don't listen to him please."
He scratched the back of his neck, "He's kinda right though." He laughed, "I mean, your really popular and really beautiful. It's not like we could...uh, be friends."
What?
"Michael-"
"No really it's fine, you don't have to pity me. I'm just the 'punk rock kid no one likes.' Your the 'beautiful, fit, funny, popular, girl everyone likes.' It's not like you could be seen with me." He gave me a weak smile.
"Your not the punk rock kid no one likes. I like you. A lot. I really want to be your friend. Michael if you leave me I have no one anymore. And honestly as long as your my friend, I don't need anyone else."
Ashton.
"Okay," He sighed, "Maybe we can do something tonight then?"
I had a stupid grin on my face, "You can show me your secret talent."
"You want me to play music for you?" He asked.
I nodded.
He smirked, "I have been working on a song for a while."
I squealed, "Were going to your house and your playing it for me!"
We have been having this conversation in my driveway. We hopped into Michael's car to drive to his house.
Two minutes after we got into the car Michael got a stupid smirk on his face.
"What?"
"Did you call me adorable?" He asked.
I smiled looking out the window. It was dark outside now. I looked over to Michael who was concentrating on the road.
"Yes, I did."
HOWDY! Well, here's another chapter. I'm writing the next one now so your welcome. Sorry this was a short chapter:( What song has Michael been working on? MHMHMHM WHT SONG IS HE GOING TO PLAY FOR HER!? I know and you don't so ha. Jk ily😘😂👏
