Night #2 when a blonde hair guy named Michael breaks into my room at midnight.
It has been 2 weeks of not seeing Michael at all. And now here he is. In my room looking through my closet.
"What are you doing?!" I whisper yell. My eyes still kinda blurry from just waking up.
"You don't have anything hot in here." His face scrunched up while he held up a white shirt with a peace sign. Which may I add, I do not wear anymore.
"Why are you looking for something 'hot' , trying to turn into a girl for the night? " I got out of bed and walked over.
"No, even though I'd be a really hot one. But put on some jeans and a shirt. we're going out again." He smiled. He ignored my snotty comment at the end.
"So you just leave me hanging one day, go missing for 2 weeks and all of a sudden show up again? Wanting to go out again??" I got my glasses my nightstand drawer.
"Yeah pretty much. Now hurry." I sighed and put on some black jeans, a white shirt, and a grey denim jacket. I put on my converse and let my hair down; letting it flow where ever it wanted.
"Oooh. I like this look. It makes you look a bit fierce." He winked. I rolled my eyes but followed him once he jumped out my window and climbed down. We walked to his car and strapped ourselves once we were in.
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Fanfiction"Maybe being a little bad is good" he smirked and stared at me. "Get away, please."
