You stare at your phone, 'when is he going to call or text me!' you wonder. Suddenly there's a knock at the door. Then high heel footsteps coming up the stairs.
"Y/N!" Jasmine practically screams when she opens your door.
"HOW DID I NOT KNOW THAT THE NEW KID, MICHAEL GAVE YOU HIS PHONE NUMBER!"
"I didn't think it was important I guess."
"WHAT! DO YOU KNOW WHAT BAND HE IS IN!?"
"I knew he was in a band but he said they aren't that good."
"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!? HE IS IN 5 SECONDS OF SUMMER! THEY BASICALLY DEFINE PUNK ROCK."
"Woah! I guess I didn't realize how popular he is."
"Yeah if he calls you texts me ASAP."
"haha okay Jasmine." you call as she exits your room.
'He would never call me. He's so popular and I'm so, me.' Your thoughts suddenly get interrupted by a slight vibrating. You search for your phone and answer it.
"Hello?" You answer
"Hi, is this y/n?"
"This is she."
"Oh, This is Michael, we kind of ran in to each other yesterday at school."
"I remember." You giggle.
"Well I was wondering if you wanted to come over to my place, like now and check out some of my albums."
"That would be so cool! I'd love to."
"Great! So I'll text you directions, and see you in a couple minuets."
"okay, see you soon." You hang up, and feel your face get warm. You throw on a 1975 band tee and slip on some combat boots.
"Mom I'm taking the car to Jasmine I'll be back in a couple hours!" You holler down the hall.
"Okay, say hello to her mom for me." she calls back.
You jump in the car, and follow the directions to a medium sized White House on a huge plot of land. You get out of your jeep and walk up to the porch. Your about to knock when the door opens automatically and standing inside is the gorgeous Michael. He wraps you in a hug immediately then finally pulls away.
"Hi, come in." Michael invites.
"So my parents are working so we have the house to our selves."
"Sounds good." You blush.
"Wanna see where me and the mates usually practice?"
You follow him into his garage and see guitars hung up all over the walls.
"There beautiful!" you say pointing to the wall.
He chuckles, "Thanks! do you play?"
"I've always wanted to but I suck at almost everything I do."
"I bet that's a lie, I could teach you if you want."
"Yeah, I mean how hard could if be? you already dress like a guitarist he points out, looking at your outfit." Michael jokes.
You soon leave the garage after Michael taught you a few cords, and head back inside his house. You head to the door and Michael follows.
"Well thank you so much for the mini lesson." You say and you reach for the knob.
"My pleasure, I could teach you more sometime."
"That would be amazing, getting taught guitar but THE Michael Clifford himself."
"You found out?"
"My best friend Jasmine told me."
"Well I'm not the best but I have a few things to teach."
"I believe it, so I guess I'll see you tomorrow?"
Your about to leave but something stops you, you remember Jasmines words, 'Be confident'. You suddenly grab Michael by the neck and he grabs your waist. Your lips meet his and suddenly your intertwined like two. You both don't pull away for a couple minuets, and when you do, he just holds you.
Then you walk out of the doorway feeling more confident then ever.