dirty dancing, I thought you were the one

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A sharp knock pulled me from my thoughts, bringing my attention to the fact that, oh, I wasn’t on some tropical island with young Leo DiCaprio. Sighing, I put my guitar down and walked over to the door. I peered through the door and saw the electric blue hair of Sophie; beloved roommate and best mate. “Where’s your key you nutter” I yelled, a grin on your face. I loved Sophie like a sister. When I had been diagnosed with clinical depression (the doctors were wrong, okay?) Sophie had sat with me through all the shouting and the crying and the foot stomping and the bottle breaking. She had been there for the fifteen and a half days I had refused to get out of my bed because my dad had just passed away and no, Soph, I am not going to my fucking lecture today so I would appreciate it if you kindly fucked off. She never did though. Because Sophie was awesome, that’s why.

I opened the door, revealing a grinning face on the other side. “Kira you will never believe what just happened.”
“You met the Queen of England.” Sophie slapped me.
“No you fucking dipshit. I did meet Michael though.” She grinned again.
“Michael…Jackson? He’s dead, Soph-”
“Not Michael Jackson, you idiot. Michael Clifford!” A small smile pulled at the corners of my mouth.
“Is this the same Michael Clifford that you had the hots for in year nine who then tragically moved away as soon as he could and became super famous and never spoke to you again?”
“Shut up Kira. Yes, that Michael Clifford. Although you don’t need to bring up the fact that he moved away, I don’t think my poor little heart can take any more.” She grabbed her chest dramatically, falling down onto the sofa.
“Get up Sophie, you loser. So, what happened? What did he say? Did he confess his undying love for you? Get down on his knee and propose to you with a bunch of-” Sophie cut me off, jumping on me and tickling my sides mercilessly.
“Fuck off you complete tosser.” She said, smiling even wider. I cackled, rolling away from her and standing up.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry” I laughed, brushing my knees off. “Please tell me what actually happened, I am dying to hear it.”
“Okay, well. I was lining up at the music store down the road and apparently Michael is attracted to bright hair or whatever because he just came up to me and tapped me on the shoulder and he had this super hot little smirk like he was going to chat me up or something” she winked “but then he saw who I was and, well, apparently he remembered me and he asked if I wanted to go grab a coffee with him and catch up but I was like ‘I can’t I have to get back to my boring friend-”
“You did not.” I interrupted.                                                                    
“Of course I did. Now where was I…oh yeah. So because I couldn’t do it now because really I was just freaking out a bit on the inside because hey that’s my old crush right there asking if I wanna grab a coffee he asked if I wanted to do something tomorrow instead, except Luke is gonna be there as well, remember him?” Obviously I remember him, I sniffed to myself. “Well yeah, he’s gonna be there so Michael just told me to bring my boring friend. Is that cool with you?” No, no it wasn’t cool with me. I didn’t want to go out to coffee with some guy and his best mate I knew from years ago who know me as ‘boring friend.’ “Sure.” I sighed, sometimes I was too damn nice. Sophie squealed “Thank you so much. I know you don’t like going out much or whatever because you’re some weird vampire thing who never leaves her room so honestly thank you so much oh my gosh Kira.” I hugged her and laughed. 

“Honestly Sophie, it’s cool. I’m you’re best mate, yeah? I wouldn’t let you miss out on a date with the Michael Clifford.”
“I love you I love you I love you.”
“I hate you so much.”
“I know. Now please come and help me decide what to wear?” I sighed.
“Fine.”