surrender. | michael clifford

part two.

chloe's pov

"What are you talking about?"

"Well... You see, I have a past. And that past has really fucked me up. Badly. And I'm just a wreck who ruins everything and everyone in my way. I'm surprised Jess has stuck around me for so long. I can tell she doesn't wanna be near me anymore. No one does. Do you know what that does to a person, Michael?"

He sat there in silence just looking at me. It didn't feel awkward, however. And this isn't the alcohol running through my veins or the drugs that I just took, it was me. It was me laying in that bed spilling my life story to a guy I just met. It was me putting my hand on his cheek. It was me slowly moving toward Michael to have our lips meet. It was also me who fell off the bed when Ashton walked in on us.

"Oh uh... my bad. Have fun, Clifford. Be safe!" was all he said before he closed the door.

"Clifford?" I questioned.

"It's my last name." He said as he lifted me off the floor chuckling. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine thanks, just a bit flustered from you know, falling on the floor" I said, smiling while brushing the hair out of my face.

"Do you wanna go outside for some air?"

"Yeah that would be great." I said. I looked down and realized I was in his boxers. "But uh, do you have like sweatpants or some pants I could wear?" I asked, laughing.

His eyes widened, a blush coming to his cheeks. "Oh, uh yeah sorry about that" He said as he made his way to his dresser. He pulled out a pair of navy blue sweatpants and tossed them to me. "Here."

"Thanks" I said. I changed while sitting down on Michael's bed. Our interaction and falling to the floor made me step out of my daze a bit, but I was still shaky. I slipped off the boxers and pulled on the sweatpants, standing up and tripping a bit from the drugs in my system. I turned around just as Michael was about to look away. 

"I know you were staring. I guess I'm just that irresistible huh?" I asked, tilting my head.

He rolled his eyes and stood up from his seat on the bed. "Good to know that the alcohol didn't change your great sense of humor"

I just laughed as he took my hand and pulled me out of his bedroom. Once we were in a crowd of people, I realized that they must think we slept together. Michael is continuously getting high fives while girls are sending thumbs ups my way. From an outsider's point of view, it does look pretty suspicious. Two people walking out of a room and the one of them is wearing the other's clothes? It looks a bit suspicious.

We finally made it to the front door as we exited the house. The house had a staircase leading down to the front yard, so I just leaned up against the side of it. I happened to snag my phone off of the bedside table in Michael's room, so I checked the time. 2:08.

The wind blew and the chill sent shivers up my spine. I folded my arms and held them close as a way to conserve body heat.

"Are you cold?" Michael asked. I just nodded my head. He shook off his blue varsity jacket and placed it over my shoulders.

"How cliche of you, Clifford." I said. "But thank you."

"You call me Clifford now?" He asked, placing his hands on my hips.

"Yeah, it has a nice ring to it." I said, smug as always.

He just lightly laughed, his smile brightening this dark and gloomy night.

"You should do that more often."

"What?" he asked.

"Smile. It makes me wanna smile too for once."

My answer seemed to catch him off guard. He tucked a piece of hair behind my ear as he inched closer.

"And you say I'm the cliche one" he said as he closed the space between us. In movies they say that you feel a spark when someone special comes along and kisses you. I always thought that was bullshit, cause I have kissed many, many guys and none of them produced this so called spark. It may sound crazy, but I felt it. I felt the spark rising up from my stomach while I was kissing him. Hell, I felt fireworks. And trust me, I'm not a sucker for love.

When we separated, all we could do is smile at each other.

"And you didn't even wanna come to this party" I heard. I whipped my head around and saw Jess standing in the doorway. "Don't hurt her, Michael. Or I'll hurt you." She said as she re-entered the house.

He turned to me and simply said, "Wouldn't dream of it."

I smiled and looked down. This was all happening too quickly. Does he think we're dating? No, he couldn't. He hasn't even asked me out yet.

"So I know a frat boy at a party asking you on a date at a party where everyone is throwing up isn't exactly the most romantic thing, but do you wanna hang out sometime? We could get lunch or something. Unless you don't wanna get lunch. We could do something else. God, you probably don't even wanna go. I'm just-"

"Is Michael Clifford nervous?" I asked, teasing him.

"Shut up. Please just say yes." he groaned, taking my hands.

"I've never been on a date you know"

His eyes widened for the second time tonight. "What?"

"Never really been my thing. Plus, no guy has actually cared enough to take the time to get to know me"

"Well, Chloe, I would be honored to be your first ever date if you'd let me be it" He said, giving me a cheesy grin.

I rolled my eyes. "Fine. But nothing fancy. Just take me to McDonalds or something"

"I picked the right girl" he replied, slinging his arm over my shoulder as he walked us back into the house.

~

It was about 3:30 am and everyone began to leave. The party ended quite early in comparison to most parties the frat has thrown. I was sitting on a couch, with Michael next to me. His arm was around my shoulders while my head was rested against his chest, my legs swung up over his.

"I'm exhausted. I should probably find Jess and get going." I said, yawning.

"You expect me to let you leave with Jess when you're both this incoherent? 'Cause there's no way. I'd like you to be alive for our first date"

I sighed. He was right. If either of us drove we'd end up dead or seriously injured. "Well where would I stay?"

"My room. I'll sleep on the couch."

"No, I couldn't do that to you. I'll sleep on the couch, I don't want to take your bed from you." I said, sitting up to face him.

"And I'm not letting you sleep on a couch in a frat house with horny dudes walking all around." He said, raising an eyebrow.

"Hey, sounds like a good time to me."

He rolled his eyes as he swung my legs off of his. He stood up and held his hand out for me. I took it as he led me up to his room, my exhaustion hitting me. I plopped down on the bed, scooting under the covers. Michael took my hand and lightly kissed my forehead.

"Night. If you need anything let me know."

I lightly nodded, my eyes staying closed. He began to turn around, however my grip stayed on his hand.

"Clifford."

"Yeah?"

"Stay."

"Okay."

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