Michael sighed after he heard Lennon's engine start and pull out of the driveway. "I don't know what your problem is," Jane smiled devilishly, "Now that she's gone we can be alone." She started trailing small kisses down his neck. Michael pushed her away. "Jane you know that was wrong." She laughed. "What did I tell you about doing adult things while she's home?" Her smile faded, "Why are you always defending her?" "She's had a hard life Jane, She has no one but me. You aren't making her life any easier by picking on her." Jane snorted, "Please Michael, I think I have better things to do than pick on 16 year old little girls." Michael rolled his eyes. "Don't act like you don't do it. I see it. The little digs at her, the sighs, you always roll your eyes. I'm not stupid Jane!" He said, raising his voice. Her almond eyes widened, "Baby I'm sorry I jus-" "Don't call me that!" He raised his voice. "Just leave Jane." She raced out of the house shutting the door behind her. Michael's face burned red with fury. Before he knew what he was doing he shoved his right arm through the living room wall. He was so angry at Jane that he didn't even feel the pain. He thought about Lennon and decided to send her a text.
Michael: Hey Len. I'm sorry about what happened. Jane is gone now if you want to come. Please be safe wherever you are honey. I love you.
He waited for her reply, but it never came.
Lennon drove down the street, her windows down blaring led zeppelin. That band was the only thing that calmed her down. She didn't know where she was going but she knew she needed to get out of there. Even if she had Sam now she still couldn't stand to see Michael with Jane of all people. She sighed as she came to a stop at a red light. She took her phone out of the cup holder and turned it off, something she always did when she was angry. She sat for a moment, finally deciding to go to the record store. Malibu didn't have many record stores, Sunrise records was the only one she went to. It was like a second home to her. When she was 14 the owners taught her and her friends how to roll joints with dollar bills. Not that she did drugs, but she thought it was a unique skill. She smiled as she turned into the parking lot. She walked in and saw Hendrix or Drix for short sitting on the counter smoking a joint. "Hey John Lennon what's up?" He said, laughing at the little nickname he had given her "Nothing much Jimmi Hendrix."
He smiled. "Make yourself at home, Ramone is in the back if you wanna go chill with her."
Lennon smiled, "Thanks Drix, see you later." She replied, walking to the storage room in the back of the large building,
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The Guardian
RandomLennon Stacey and Michael Clifford are best friends. He's always been there for her and she has a more than obvious crush on him. Then, a tragedy happens.
