Punk Meets Perfect
Chapter 3
Anastasia's P.O.V
"You want anything to eat?" I ask Michael, sitting their staring at the ceiling.
"Um... Sure?" He says in a question. "Come on. I'll show you what I have." I grab his hand. Something felt so... So right. Something tells me Michael's innocent. Michael's not iinnocent! He beat up a kid for no reason!
"Is this okay?" He hold out a container filled with pizza. "Pizza? Really? You want pizza for a snack." I say. "Uh... Never mind." He says quickly putting the container back in the fridge. I pull it back out and heat four slices up in the microwave. "Ya know, you don't have to do this for me." He says, fidgeting with his sleeves. The timer went off. I'd rather not respond to that. I don't want to say something I regret. I hand him the two slices as he goes to sit down.
"Michael, I don't get you." I say calmly. "What do you not get?" He asks, sucking up his pizza. "Wait! Please don't choke! I do not want a dead Michael Clifford in my living room! my parents would kill me!" I laugh along with him. "So, what do you not get?" He asks once more. "You beat up kids, but here you are self-harming." I choke on the last few words. "Um... Well, it's hard to explain. I really can't tell you that." He says, finishing off his pizza. "I'm really tired. I need sleep." I head up to my room. "You can sleep on the floor in their." I say, running up the stairs, as he follows. I throw him a blanket. "Only a blanket?! Cruel!" He jokes. "Hey! I don't want you to give me some weird sickness!" I say handing him another blanket and a pillow. "Night idiot." I smile, and hop in bed, not bothering to change.
Michael's P.O.V
After like ten minutes I stood up. I watched Anastasia's chest rise and fall slowly. "I know you think i'm the bad boy, but i'm not... I just...." I take a deep breath. I brushed my hand against her leg. "I might or might not love you." I say, sitting on the side of the bed. "I wish I could tell you everything. I beat people up cause I have no other way to get rid of my anger. I didn't mean to cause you any harm. You already know the rest.... It's just.... I don't even get myself." I wrote a note on a paper saying I have to run somewhere, i'll be back. I closed the door, and ran down the stairs.
"You want anything to eat?" I ask Michael, sitting their staring at the ceiling.
"Um... Sure?" He says in a question. "Come on. I'll show you what I have." I grab his hand. Something felt so... So right. Something tells me Michael's innocent. Michael's not iinnocent! He beat up a kid for no reason!
"Is this okay?" He hold out a container filled with pizza. "Pizza? Really? You want pizza for a snack." I say. "Uh... Never mind." He says quickly putting the container back in the fridge. I pull it back out and heat four slices up in the microwave. "Ya know, you don't have to do this for me." He says, fidgeting with his sleeves. The timer went off. I'd rather not respond to that. I don't want to say something I regret. I hand him the two slices as he goes to sit down.
"Michael, I don't get you." I say calmly. "What do you not get?" He asks, sucking up his pizza. "Wait! Please don't choke! I do not want a dead Michael Clifford in my living room! my parents would kill me!" I laugh along with him. "So, what do you not get?" He asks once more. "You beat up kids, but here you are self-harming." I choke on the last few words. "Um... Well, it's hard to explain. I really can't tell you that." He says, finishing off his pizza. "I'm really tired. I need sleep." I head up to my room. "You can sleep on the floor in their." I say, running up the stairs, as he follows. I throw him a blanket. "Only a blanket?! Cruel!" He jokes. "Hey! I don't want you to give me some weird sickness!" I say handing him another blanket and a pillow. "Night idiot." I smile, and hop in bed, not bothering to change.
Michael's P.O.V
After like ten minutes I stood up. I watched Anastasia's chest rise and fall slowly. "I know you think i'm the bad boy, but i'm not... I just...." I take a deep breath. I brushed my hand against her leg. "I might or might not love you." I say, sitting on the side of the bed. "I wish I could tell you everything. I beat people up cause I have no other way to get rid of my anger. I didn't mean to cause you any harm. You already know the rest.... It's just.... I don't even get myself." I wrote a note on a paper saying I have to run somewhere, i'll be back. I closed the door, and ran down the stairs.
Notes
Love you guys! Thanks for reading. I'm pretty sure Emily will update tomorrow.
-HaleyxD
ruh roh
4/24/15