Unfrozen

Cold as ice itself, and pale as the snow itself, Michael Clifford is not the type of 6ft boy you should be messing with, unless it's a death with you are asking for. But when someone crosses his path, his entire life turns all the way around, and maybe he might just show his soft spots.

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7. Ditching

"Listen to this," Luke says handing my one of his headphones. One in his ear, one in mine.

"Wow this is really good, who is it?" I ask, lowering the volume.

"It's actually my band," he says sheepishly. 

"You're in a band?" I ask surprised. 

"Yeah, it's kinda lame isn't it?" he asks.

"No, oh my gosh it's so cool Luke! I've always wanted to meet someone like you!" I exclaim.

"What's it called?" I ask. 

"5 Seconds of Summer," he replies.

"Maybe I should come to one of your band practices," I suggest. 

"You should," he says. 

"We don't have a drummer though."

"It's okay, I'm sure you'll find one," I reply. 

 

*~*

 

Math class will be the death of me. It's too boring and too easy. 

I just want to curl up in bed and listen to music. I'm sitting next to Luke again and he decides to pass notes. 

"Bored?" He messily wrote.

"Yep, super bored. I understand EVERYTHING," I write back. 

"Me too, maybe we can ditch?" He asks.

"Oh, I suddenly need to go nurse..." I write back. I raise my hand and my teacher calls on me.

"Can Luke take me to the infirmary?" I ask.

"You can go yourself," she replies.

"No, I'm afraid I'll pass out," I reply.

"Oh, then of course! Don't be late to your next class!"

 

*~*

 

"This is maybe the best idea you've ever had, Luke," I say giggling. 

"This is, just me playing the guitar, in a quiet music room," he replies. 

"You're really good," I say. 

"I bet you're good too," he replies.

"Haha, nope. I've never picked up a guitar," I reply. 

"Try it, sit on my lap, you're really small," he laughs.

"Okay," I move away from my seat and climb onto his lap. He puts the guitar in front of me and takes my arm.

"Put your fingers on the second string," he says. I mentally count the strings and put my index finger on it. 

"Now on the fourth string," I put my middle finger on it.

"Strum," he says. I use my fingernails and strum downwards. 

"Doesn't sound bad," I say.

"I think I'm better than you," I taunt.

"I think you are too," he replies.

"Really?" 

"Nope." I give him a small frown and look back down on the guitar. The door slams open and Michael and a couple of his friends walk in. 

"Luke?" He asks.

"What are you doing here? I thought you went to the nurse..."

"Uh, we did. We both have a free period," Luke replies. 

"Oh, mind if you can leave? My friends and I want to hang out in here," Michael says.

"Yeah mate, that's fine," Luke replies and takes my hand.

"He's nice to you," I say. 

"Well, we are in the same band."

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