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.


22. Flowers and Pizza

I woke up by the sound of my alarm, 11:00 AM. 

I sigh into my pillow, feeling too tired. 

I was up all night talking to Emily about this whole entire Michael situation. 

It still confuses me.

How could he like me? He's always hated me.


Nothing positive came out of his mouth when he was talking about me.

Just me. 

No one else.

Just me. 

I eventually get some motivation to get out of the bed, food. 

'I hope mom is home, she makes amazing pancakes,' I say to myself. 

I go into the bathroom to stick my hair up in a bun and lightly brush my teeth. 

I walk down the stairs and see my mom sitting on the couch with my puggle, Kashmir. 

I join her and my dog on the couch and ask her to make me some pancakes. 

I lightly pet Kashmir as I mindlessly scroll through Instagram, seeing all of my classmates having a great winter break.

'Whatever, this break hasn't been shit so far,' I think to myself. 

"Brunch is ready!" My mom yells and I get up from the couch and walk to the kitchen.

I sit down at the counter with my mom and dad joining me.

'I love my family,' I think to myself, taking my first bite. 




"Adelaide! You have a visitor!" My mom yells. 

I scrunch my eyebrows in confusion,

'Who the hell is here?' I think to myself. 

I shut my computer off and put it on my desk. 

To my surprise it was Michael.

Holding flowers

and pizza. 

"Hope you don't have any dinner plans," he says to me.

"No, no I don't," I say to him.

"I don't have anything to do today." 

He follows me up into my room and I can't help but feel mixed emotions.




Really, really confused. 

I close my door shut as he puts the pizza box on the ground.

"I hope you like pepperoni," he says chuckling.

All I can do is give him a small, polite nod.

Confusion and more confusion fills up my body.

"Michael, what are you doing?" I blurt out.  

"Adelaide just listen," Michael says.

"Truth is, I've always had a crush on you. The music you like, the way you dress, and just even the way you talk. I've always been just too shy to ask. So, I just bullied you. I know, it sounds terrible, it sounds stupid. But slowly, you showed me how I can be the real me at school, not this superficial popular person. You've changed me, made me feel different. I know how you always say my heart his frozen but... Adelaide, you unfroze it. It's not black ice, my heart is pumping, it's pumping for you."

Michael is on the verge of crying, trying to hold the tears back.

"I love you.

that's all I want to say.

I want to run up to you and you should hold me in your arms forever. 

I want to talk to you, get to know you. 

but more importantly I want you to hold me.

and if you have scars you should leave them alone. adding no more to your collection because I stopped it because of you.

how can one person affect your life so much? 

just keep on holding me. 


just hold me forever and don't let go. 

stay strong. 

I'll love you forever. 

I love you more than you realize.

just don't let me go.


don't let me go."

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