"Kylie, Kylie! Wake up!"
I groaned, and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. Finally, my vision focused, and I could see a grinning Michael. But something was off. I studied him. Then....BINGO!
"Mikey! Your hair! You dyed it green!" I exclaimed, getting extremely hyper.
"Yup," he said, popping the "P", "And I have a surprise for you!"
"Hmmm... What is it?," I wondered out loud.
"I can't tell you. That's the whole point of a surprise!" Michael's eyes matched his hair, and those eyes lit up when he said that, "You need to get ready, though."
"Okay. I'll meet you by the front entrance?" I asked.
"Or, I could just stay here..." He smirked, mischievously.
"Michael! Get out!" I shrieked; my face was probably bright red.
~A FEW MINUTES LATER~
I finally arrived at the entrance. Apparently, I was too sick to walk around on my own. I immediately saw Michael, his fluorescent hair was extremely noticeable among the crowd. He smiled as he was walking over to me; there was a black bandanna, one of Ashton's I assume, in his hand.
"Okay, you are going to have to put this on," Michael was grinning ear to ear, but then his smile faltered.
"Is everything okay?" He looked upset.
"Um, yeah. everything is fine. We can talk about it later. I'll tie this on your head," A smile returned to his face, but this one was noticeably smaller.
He moved so that he was behind me. I closed my eyes while he was knotting the blindfold.
"Ready?" Michael asked.
"Ready." I responded. And with that, he grabbed the handles of my wheelchair and we sped off into the morning-light of Washington D.C.
A/N: Helloooo! I am sorry to say that my story will not be updated until Monday. I am really sorry! My family and I are going on a trip to Malta. I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. As always, like, favorite, and comment on my story!
(P.S. THANK YOU GUYS FOR 4K!!! YAY!)