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.


21. Lunch Date

It's early in the morning, and I'm still thinking about the kiss. 

How could he be so soft?

So gentle?

So kind...

How can someone just be so different in two seconds?

It's confusing.

Utterly confusing.

'I just hope today will take my mind off of this,' I say to myself.

To know Ashton a little better, we arranged to eat at Panera Bread today. 

I want to go back to sleep.

But someone is still on my mind.

Michael Clifford. 

His lips,

his tone,

his eyes.

My phone chimes and distracts me from Michael. 

*Be there in a couple xx* 

It's from Ashton, I smile at the text and decide to get off of my bed. 

I pick out a big t-shirt and shorts and pair that with some knee-high socks.

I walk into the bathroom and brush my hair and put it into an effortless bun. I stick in a couple of bobby pins to secure it and put on tinted chapstick. I walk downstairs and stick on my black converse and plop down on the couch. 

Ashton said he would take me to Panera by bike.

God, he's such a dork. 

I hear the doorbell ring and open the door. I see a very smiley Ashton with his bike in the driveway.

I set my note that I wrote for my mom on the fridge and walked out of the door.

"I can't believe you don't have a car," I say to him.

"It's not my fault I'm a bad driver."




I don't think I've ever laughed this much. 

Ashton is completely hilarious; whether it's his bad puns or jokes it never fails to make me laugh. 

I asked him to stay a while at my house since my mom is at work and we have nothing do to today.

"What's your relationship with Michael?" I blurt out.

"It's fine, I guess he is still warming up to me and getting to know me," he replies. 

"What about you?"

"Terrible. I need advice," I say. 

"He... He kissed me yesterday. But he is also a complete jerk to me. He's a puzzle, and he's confusing me." I say.

"Well, boys are afraid to show their feelings for girls; so, that's why they're mean to you. I mean, I did the same thing once." Ashton explained. 

"He cares about you..."

"I doubt it," I reply. 

"He talks about you a lot. He says he changed, and I think you did something about that."

"I still think his heart frozen," I say.

"Maybe you can change that."

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