HeavyDirtySoul

Nine o'clock


Michael was standing in front of the Hillside Cafe, a single red rose in his hand. He was nerviously fixing the collar on his black shirt when a certain pink haired girl sneaked up to him.


- Hey. - She whispered in his ear, startiling him.


He turned around, alarmed. Relief washed over him when he saw her fammiliar face.


- You're adorable. - Nyssa said trough laughter, his scared face still in her mind.


- Are you crazy? - Michael asked her, trying to hide his embarassment, but a shy smile was lurking on his lips.


- Yeah, a little. - Nyssa said, completely serious. - Okay, a lot.


''I wasn't lying.''


Michael chuckled.


He finally had a chance to look at her properly.


Nyssa was wearing denim shorts with a brown belt, white crop top, oversized olive jacket, brown gladiator sandals and to top it all off, her hair was accessorized with a sunflower crown. She looked as beautiful as ever, and Michael definitely thought so.


''Hh... Yeah, right.''


- Um, this is...for you. - He awkwardly offered her the rose.


- Thanks, but, um... - Michael looked at her confused. - I'm allergic to roses.


Michael sighed loudly.


- Fuck! I'm so sorry... Why can't I do anything right?


Nyssa started laughing.


- Michael, chill. I'm fucking with you.


''I wish. - Michael Clifford's thoughts.''


Relief washed over Michael for the second time that evening.


Nyssa got closer to him and without a word accepted the rose. Michael smiled.


- So, are we going to another steak house? - Nyssa joked.


Michael chuckled awkwardly.


- No, um...and, again, I'm so fucking sorry about that. - He said, his cheeks were flushed. - But, um, speaking of that night, how's your leg?


- It's...fine. - She brushed his question off.


''I had to put foundation on my fucking leg because of him. Trust me, it did not look pretty.''


- I'm so sorry... - Michael quietly breathed out.


- Are we gonna stand here the entire night or..? - She changed the subject.


-Oh, right, sorry. - Michael straightened his shirt. - Shall we?


- We shall.


They approached Michael's white Range Rover and, once again, Michael opened the passenger door for Nyssa.


''It's still a typical rich boy ride. But, at least he can afford it, unlike Halsey.''


- Where are we going? - Nyssa asked, once they were both in the car.


- Somewhere where I can't fuck anything up. Hopefully. - He was nervious.


Nyssa looked out the window and smiled slightly.


During the ride they were mostly quiet.


Trying to avoid the awkward silence, Michael turned on the radio. Green Day's ''When I Come Around'' started playing.


Nyssa tensed up.


''I-I...''


- Could you turn that off please? - Nyssa asked, not making eye contact with Michael.


Michael looked at her questionably, but did as she said.


- Not a fan of Green Day? - He asked her.


''Why did it have to be that song? Um, just...ignore me.''


She didn't answer.


A couple of minutes later, Nyssa noticed that Michael hasn't stopped looking over at her.


''Creep.''


- What? - She asked him, finally looking at him as well.


- N-Nothing, it's just... You look beautiful tonight. - Right after speaking, Michael's eyes went wide. - Fuck. I, um, I mean you, you always look beautiful...it's just...


- Thank you. - Nyssa cut him off, and then proceded to look out the window.


''It was easier to just say thanks, than to argue/listen to him ramble.''


They spent the rest of the ride in silence. Thankfully the right wasn't long.

Notes

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