I'm just a reject [Michael Clifford]

Chapter four: Neighbors?

•2 hours later•

Me and Michael walked out of the pizza shop. "I just realized I have no ride home." I starred out into the parking lot like a car was gonna just magically appear. "I have an idea." He smiled, then jogged over to a motorcycle. He got on and cranked it up. "Get on!" No way. "No I'm not getting on that death machine." I insisted. "Please Callie. I won't drive fast. You can even wear my helmet." "Okay. But if I die its your fault Michael Clifford." I groaned. "I'll take that chance, now get on."

I slowly put his helmet on and got behind him. "Hold on Callie." I wrapped my arms around his waist and he drove off. It took me a minute to notice that I didn't know where we were going, then we pulled into my neighborhood.

Michael stopped at a White House with blue shutters that was right next to my house. "Here we are, my house." He hummed getting off and taking off my helmet. "Funny thing is that's my house right there." I pointed. "Wow I didn't know that! Haha we're neighbors. Now come on in. I think the guys are here." Great. "I should be getting home, but thanks anyway." I smiled. He waved and I walked to my house. Today had been a long day.