Alice is forced to move in with her aunt in Australia. But she quickly finds out that she has the cutest neighbor ever, Michael Clifford. What will happen between them?


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Alice's POV

I woke up in Michael's bed, but he wasn't there. I smelt bacon and pancakes from the kitchen. I got up and walked downstairs and there he was, cooking breakfast for me. So sweet.

"Good morning, love."

"Good morning, Michael. What's all this?"

The table was perfectly set with orange juice, bacon, and eggs. He was finishing the pancakes.

"Your breakfast! I made it all myself." He smiled.

"Aw, you're the best!"

He brought the pancakes over an we started eating. They weren't the best, but it's the thought that counts.

"So, what are we doing today?" I asked.

"You'll see." He grinned.

I didn't know if I should be worried or not, because we were doing whatever he wanted. But I trusted him.

We talked over breakfast about random stuff. When we finished we went back up to his room.

"When are we leaving?" I asked.

"You go home and get ready. I'll call you, okay?"

"Okay, I'll see you later."

I ran back to my house. All I had on was Michael's t-shirt and I didn't want anyone to see.

My mom and aunt were home.

"So, whose your new friend?" My aunt asked.

"Michael Clifford, the boy next door." I replied.

She shook her head. "Oh, Alice."

"Why? What's wrong with Michael?" I asked.

"Oh, nothing." She said.

I wonder why she doesn't like him. I don't care what she thinks, anyways. I love him and that's all that matters.

I went up to my room and got changed into a white tank top, red and blue flannel, dark blue jeans, and black combat boots. I guess I looked okay. I wasn't gonna get dressed up if I didn't know where we were going. I never got dressed up. Flannels, band shirts, and jeans were always kinda my thing.

I painted my nails black and put on mascara. That was the only make up I ever wore. That and sometimes a little concealer. Makeup won't change me, I'll be ugly either way. So why even try?

I waited and waited for Michael to call. I sat on my laptop for about 3 hours before he finally did. I thought he forgot about me.

He called and said, "Hey, babe. I'm ready. So if you're ready, meet me outside whenever." Then hung up.

I went outside right after and he was waiting. He was holding a picnic basket. He opened his arms, and I ran into them. He wrapped his arms around me and I rested my head on his shoulder.

I let go and asked, "Where are we going?"

"Can't tell you, it's a secret."

"Is it that beach again?"

"Nope, you have to wait till we get there!"

I sighed and followed him to his mom's car.

"She said I can borrow it."

He opened the door for me and I got in. We listened to My Chemical Romance the way there. The car ride was only about 8 minutes. He stopped the car.

"We're here!"

It was this huge, endless grassy field filled with pretty purple and pink flowers. There was a swing set and a couple of slides but no one was there, except us.

We walked over to the swings, I sat on one while he set up our picnic. He laid out this huge light blue blanket. He opened up his basket and took out the food. He made a bunch of sandwiches and had little cups of orange juice and a bowl of my favorite fruits. I was so lucky to have a guy like him.

I sat down next to him and we ate his sandwiches.

"Wait, I forgot something in the car! I'll be right back!" He ran all the way back up the field. I lost sight of him so I went back onto the swing and waited for him to come back.

I waited 15 minutes, and he still didn't come back. I still didn't see him.

I left all our stuff there and walked up to the parking lot. I didn't see him anywhere. So I went over to the street where his car was parked, it was across the road. He was there. But not the way I wanted him to be.

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