Depression(Michael clifford)

Nine

Michael took me to a cafe down the street. I'd never actually been to it, seeing how it was normally full of the art student types, and I wasn't entirely sure how I felt about them. However, Michael fit right in with his brightly colored hair and piercing on his eyebrow. It made me feel like I didn't stand out so much.

"You'll like this place. Its like Starbucks but better" he said with a smile.

"How did you know I liked Starbucks?" I asked incrediously. His eyes traveled from me heels to my pink sweater with a small grin

"You look like a starbucks type of girl." He replied simply. I frowned, unsure if it was a compliment or not. Michael ordered for us, insisting he keep it a surprise. I found a table, and he returned to it with drinks.

"How many calories are in this?" I asked, concerned for my diets sake.

"Just drink it, CJ" he snapped. I rolled my eyes and took a sip, moaning at the taste.

"Michael this is amazing!" He laughed, taking a swig of his own drink.

"Of course it is. I picked it out" he joked. We must have spent over an hour in that little shop before we left. We walked down the street, his hand had slithered its way into mine and the night was peaceful around us. In a large act of courage, I leaned against his shoulder. He stiffened but relaxed into it shortly. After a while of just walking around I looked up at him

"Mike?" I asked quietly.

"Yes, CJ?" He replied calmly

"Can I ask you something?"

"Go for it"

"What happened to your arms?"
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So I suppose you guys didn't like the idea or something cause no one wrote anything or you forgot to dedicate it to me or something but I suppose its off. I was really hoping you'd like it.