The car ride consisted of purposely bad singing, horrible jokes mostly from Michael, and Blink-182 blasting on the stereo.
I'd say the car ride was absolutely perfect; I'm just nervous about the date.
We sat at an empty booth in the far back, us sitting next to each other, and decided on what pizza to get. Michael chose a regular pepperoni pizza, while I got plain cheese. A tall, blonde waitress came by and took our orders and drinks. She asked Michael first, fluttering her eyelashes and occasionally pulling down her shirt. Well than. ✋ 🚨🚨Slut alert🚨🚨
When she turned to me, her facial expression changed from "Hey, I'm a slut. Ditch this thrift store shirt and fuck me, the expensive dress, later," to "Shit. Who invited the trash bag?" Like wow. -.-
She looked at me, annoyed. An idea popped up, so when the blonde giraffe was about to leave, I grabbed Michael's face, made sure to grab her attention, and kissed him on the lips. He caught on, and I tangled my hand in his hair, making an echo of moans escape his lips. I let go, leaving Michael breathe less and the waitress frustrated.
Wait, bad idea. First date with Michael, a punk rock artist, and I already made out with him. I hope no fan was in the pizza parlor with us. When the waitress was out of view, I put my face in my hands and grumbled how stupid I was.
"April.. Uhm.."
"I'm sorry, Michael. I shouldn't have done that."
"No. I actually enjoyed it." I looked up from my position and gave him a confused yet amused look.
"And to make it clear, I'm on a date here with you, not the waitress. I wish to have more make out sessions like that soon," he winked, causing my face to change into a tomato.
After 10 minutes, the waitress came back with our drinks and pizza.
"Here you are, handsome," she placed his pizza and drink on the table.
"And this is for you," she plastered a fake smile on, and I returned the favor. Instead of placing my drink of the table, she reached me and dumped my drink on me.
"Oh my gosh.. I'm SOOOO sorry," a smirk appeared on her face. My whole outfit was drenched.
"Elizabeth!" A muscular voice boomed.
"Mr. Thomas.." I'm guessing that's her name and her boss.
"You're fired!"
"What? No! Sh- she-"
"I don't want to hear it! Get out!" To be honest, I felt bad for the Elizabeth girl, but then I didn't. Hahah.
"I apologize for this," the boss said.
"It's fine." No it's not.
"We'd like to take out the food," Michael said.
"Of course," the boss came back with 2 boxes. We boxed our pizzas, paid for our food, and got into the car.
"That was a great first date," I sarcastically said.
"It's not done yet," Michael sent me a smirk that could melt my insides.
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@JoslynMatson you're amazing 😊 I can't believe people actually like my writing.
Stock home Syndrome by 1D is catchy. I've been listening to it on repeat for the past hour. Obsessed? Nope. I hope not.
Don't forget Elizabeth. She's going to come back ;)
GUYS IT WAS CALUM'S BIRTHDAY YESTERDAY.
I'm not excited for the events after his birthda, though. But it's his life and his choices. 😔
BUT IT WAS CAL-PAL'S BIRTHDAY YESTERDAY.
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concert | michael clifford
Fanfiction"Maybe going to this concert was a bad idea." |pssst this book is really bad. read at your own will. you have been warned.|
