fate :: clifford [discontinued]

Chapter 4

Chloe's POV

8:00 pm.

I paced back and forth around my bedroom. I was so nervous to talk to Michael again. I don't know what to say. I mean, what is he? What is he supposed to be to me? What am I supposed to be to him? "This isn't real," I whispered. "I'm just crazy."

"You're not crazy! I mean if you think you are and you're a real person then you're not because I'm a real person, and, hey, what so funny?"

I clutched my chest laughing harder than I've ever laughed in my life. Michael scared me so much that I had flinched back onto my bed and stayed stuck there. "You scared me!" I laughed.

"Oh," he chuckled. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay." I stopped laughing and sighed at the fact that my stomach now hurt.

"So uhm, how are you?" Michael asked, making it sound more as if he was asking if it was appropriate to ask me how I am as opposed to asking and caring for my answer.

"Good," I answered. "I mean, to be honest, I couldn't stop thinking about you. You know, like what this could be. And my mom isn't home right now, so it's a good time to talk to you without making her think I'm going completely crazy."

"I understand, and same. I couldn't focus on my work today."

"You work? How old are you?"

"I'm 14. And no, it's not like an office or something. I work at an ice cream shoppe with my girlfriend on the weekends."

"Oh, cool. And same, I'm 14 too. But that must be nice to be working next to ice cream all day," I chuckled at the thought. It would be. Working with something you love. And, someone.

"No! It's hell! I mean I love my girlfriend a lot, but the ice cream just sits there teasing me and I can't eat it because my boss will lower my pay."

"Well how much do you get paid right now?"

"Personal!"

"Oh," I shyly laughed. "Sorry."

Silence started to grow between us and I didn't know the reason for it. Did he run out of things to say? Did I? "Michael?" I called, hoping that we didn't get disconnected or whatever.

"Sorry. Hi," he said back. "I just didn't know what to say next." I felt a hand move over a thigh, which was probably Michael smoothing out his shorts or something. "So. Is this your place?" He added.

I nodded, even though he couldn't see me. I then started to see images of a messy room with clothes scattered across the floor and a fish tank with no fish. "Is this yours?" I asked.

"Yeah, it's my room. Sorry for the mess," he chuckled. "And I like your posters. You have awesome taste in music, I don't know anyone around here that likes the same bands I do."

"Oh, well thanks. Pierce the Veil is my favorite." I started to pivot slowly so that he would get the image of my three large posters of the talented music group. Then turning more, I came in contact with the other band merch. "Sleeping with Sirens is pretty awesome, All Time Low, Greenday, Good Charlotte and We The Kings are too... Black Veil Brides are okay too guess." As I said each band name, I looked at their poster. I took some steps back so that Michael could see them all together.

"I have some Greenday posters in here, too. But I've got to say Chlo, I'm impressed. Oh, can I call you Chlo?"

"Yeah, sure," I said in response. "And cool."

Silence started to sneak up on us again when I suddenly got an idea that would interest both of us. It seemed like a brilliant idea, so I yelped from the sudden thought.

"Are you okay?" He asked, sounding concerned.

"I have an idea!" I said jumping up and down on my carpet floor. My smile plastered bigger across my face while waiting for his response.

"What?"

"Go look in the mirror."

"No! Stranger danger!"

We laughed in unison at his remark. Some of the things he says are really funny, even when he's not trying to be. I like that.

"But seriously, no. What if you're like, a kidnapper?" Michael continued.

"I'm not you wimp!"

"I'm not a wimp!"

"Yes you are. Do I sound like a kidnapper? Do you think I drive a van that sells free candy?" I chuckled.

"No! But you could be like a messenger or something."

"What? Okay, shut up. Maybe if you're that much of a wimp then I'll go first. But you have to go after." I started to walk out the door and traveled down the staircase.

"Alright, fine," Michael laughed.

I continued walking down the staircase, when images of a bathroom started appearing. It was the top of a toilet, and I suddenly got scared of what he was going to do. More specifically what I was going to see.

"Michael, cover your eyes!"

"Oh my God I'm sorry!" He covered his eyes with his hands making the images now black, and they cleared away. I pushed them out of my head, which was easier than I thought. It was almost as if I could control when I saw what he was seeing, and vise versa. If he asked for entrance, I could easily block him out. Wow, this could be fun.

I could now see my spot in the living room. I walked closer to the body mirror that exposed my whole out fit. I fixed my hair inside my beanie and I smoothed out the roll over spots in my jeans. I pulled my Good Charlotte shirt a little passed my waist so that nothing was exposable. I stared down at my feet, waiting for him to tell me he was ready. I then felt freezing cold water soak my hands, but it was only Michael washing his. I tried brushing the feeling away by quickly moving them side to side as if they had pins and needles.

"Are you ready?" I asked him as soon as the feeling stopped and the water sound quieted. I shoved my hands in my front pockets, my head still remaining down.

"Yes," he whispered.

I bite my lip. I heard a sharp breathe from him, meaning that he'd received the lip bite as well. "Sorry oh my God, I'm just nervous."

"Don't be nervous. I bet you're beautiful." He warmly said. I could feel his smile and his shoulders slouch. His actions gave me the courage to pick my head up and look straight into the mirror. Nobody ever told me I was beautiful, or they thought I was going to be beautiful. Not my mom, not my grandma, not my grandpa, nobody. I bit my lip once more, softly. I could feel him asking for entrance which I gladly accepted. A few seconds went by and I could feel his eyes studying me through my mirror.

"Wow." He said. My heart dropped. Wow? Is that it? Did I lower his expectations? I spun around, the mirror out of sight. A few seconds passed until he spoke up again.

"You are beautiful."

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A/N

hi! I'm sorry i haven't gotten to an update lately, but i'm really trying, you know? schools got my head spinning bc tests and studying and just thank god for the weekend

chapter questionnn: what are some of your favourite 5sos fanfics ¿ my absolute fav is 'Fanfiction' by xsnowberryx

hope you enjoyed this boring chapter lol. have a nice day <3