End Up Here (Michael Clifford a.u.)

Chapter 16

"You know this concert isn't for another few months?" Michael asks. "It's in the summer."

"Michael," I start, "this concert is so important. We have to be prepared."

He laughs and places his hand on my thigh as I drive. I decided to drag him to the mall today to go shopping for a concert outfit. He agreed, probably so he could watch me try on clothes, but whatever. I wanted to take the girls but they were busy. So Michael will have to do.

After we finally arrive, I notice Michael's hand is red from how often I had to smack his hand to keep him from distracting me. He pouts while I kiss his hand and intertwine our fingers.

We walk inside and decide where to go first. We go to one store, not finding much of anything. We move on to our favorite shop.

"What about these?" I ask, holding up a pair of ripped black skinny jeans. Michael shrugs. "You're not being helpful."

"If you like them you can try them on," he says, not showing much interest.

I quickly find a top to try on with the jeans along with several other outfits. I lead Michael to the dressing rooms, making him sit outside and wait for me. He frowns but sits anyway. I change and come out in the first outfit.

"What do you think?" I ask.

He shakes his head.

"Why not?"

"It just doesn't look right."

"Way to be honest, Mikey." I roll my eyes.

"No! You look amazing, but it's not... the outfit. You know?"

"I was kidding. I know what you mean."

I go back and change again. I step out, and the outfit is rejected. Same excuse as before.

We go through the same process about four more times before I step out, and Michael's eyes light up. His entire face lights up. He smiles widely as he immediately nods in approval.

"Michael, I don't understand you," I mumble, looking down.

I chose the first pair of ripped black skinny jeans and a simple black top with cap sleeves that's kinda flowing and is a bit see through. The rips in the jeans go all the way up my legs, revealing fabric (but mostly skin) through the holes.

"You look so hot," he says in complete awe. He stares at me, and I begin to shy away from his gaze.

"There's nothing hot about it," I mumble. I feel my face heat up as I look down at my non-matching socks.

Michael lifts my chin up with his thumb and index finger. He smiles. "You look perfect no matter what. This just makes you look more hot than usual."

He smirks and looks down. Forgetting the shirt is see through and I don't have a tank top on, I fold my arms across my chest. I know he's looking down my shirt. You can plainly see my blue bra through the material. No wonder he thinks I look so hot.

"You're such a guy," I groan, smacking his arm.

He laughs and leans down, gently kissing my cheek. "Go change and we'll keep looking around."

I nod and go back to the dressing room. I change quickly and purchase the outfit. We walk around the mall a while longer, not looking much anywhere else.

I force Michael into Victoria's Secret just to embarrass him. He begins to blush a deep red, looking down at the floor as he follows me around.

"Really, Makenna?" he grumbles. I stifle a laugh. He grabs my arm and pulls me back, leaning down closer to me. "If we're going to be here, at least get something I'd like to see you in."