Michael, chapter 1
Chapter One.
Who names their daughter Michael? Seriously. Like, okay, here's an idea: "Tom, I can't think of a name!" My weirdo mother named Anne might've said. Tom, my rock and roll dad, would go, "Let's be rebellious! Let's name our daughter... Michael!"
"Oh, Tom! That's a wonderful idea!"
And so I was named Michael. Pfft. Why couldn't I have been named like, Jenny, or Ginny? Ginny's a cool name. Anything but Michael. I've told my parents many times that I hated my name, but they said, "Mike, that's what we named you. Either wait till you're eighteen and change it, or buck up and be different."
Okay, let's switch issues: It's the summer before I start high school, and I still haven't ever had a boyfriend. I've had my eye set on a guy though. His name is Cliff Armstrong. He's got the rock and roll grunge look. Whenever I see him, it always seems like the whole world freezes and Cliff and I are the only people on earth. Sometimes he'll catch me looking at me, and smile weakly. I'll usually blush and then look away.
So, right now I'm at the coffee house with my two best friends in the whole world: Mara Brightman and Alice Smith. Me, I'm Michael White; Mike White. It rhymes. Grr.
Mara takes a sip of her latte and looks at me. "Earth to Michael," she says. I look up at her from the book I was reading.
"Yes?" I ask, raising my eyebrows. A strand of my brown hair falls in front of my brown eyes, and I push it away. Alice is staring at me too.
"Can I help you two? I was doing something," I say, not intentionally trying to sound rude.
"Mike, you've got that look again. The one that you put on your face when you see Cliff," Alice says. I stare at her.
Ooh man, how I wish I could be her, with her perfect straight blonde hair, and blue eyes. She's so beautiful. Every guy wants her. Whenever I go somewhere with her, the guys stare at her. I was one of those girls with the small boobs and average looks. Not that I'm trying to diss myself, but really, Alice was blessed with good looks.
I blink, and turn toward my book again; "The Lord Of The Rings: The Return Of The King". It's seriously the best book ever written. I turn the page and Mara tried to grab my attention, but I ignore it.
"Michael!" She says loudly.
I look up at her and say "What!?" Mara points over to the coffee counter and I see Cliff. "Crap, Mara!" I say, placing my bookmark into my book, and shoving it into my bag. Cliff turns around to look around, sees me, and smiles. I blush, and he waves.
I watch him, and when his order arrives, he heads over here. "Alice, how do I look?" I ask her quickly.
Alice gives me a quick thumbs up and I let out a sigh of relief. Cliff is in talking distance. "Hey, Michael," he says. Right now, I want to hide in my shell like a turtle.
"Hi," I say nervously, starting to fiddle with my bag.
"How's your summer been?" He asks.
I look at him; his green eyes were so pretty. His black hair was just perfect too.
"It's been boring," I say, laughing. He nods.
"Yeah, mine too."
I look over at Mara. She's looking at me, and we keep our eyes locked for a second. "So, Michael, since I ran into you today, I was wondering... "
Alice nudges me.
"He's going to ask you out!" She mutters.
Cliff looks at her.
"What?" He asks. Alice shakes her head.
"Nothing." He shrugs and continues with his sentence.
"So, Michael, I was wondering if you'd like to get some pizza and see 'Three Way' with me tonight."
I could feel myself turning bright red. "Yeah, that'd be nice," I say, keeping my gaze away from his gorgeousness.
"Okay. Um, well, the movie's at seven, so do you wanna meet me at the town one?"
I nod. "Okay, see you then," he says, and leaves.
When he's out the door, I squeal.
"Oh my God!" Mara giggles, and Alice smiles.
"You're so lucky, Mike," she says. I looked at my watch and inhaled deeply.
"Girls, I need to get going," I say, gathering my things.
Mara nods and says, "Okay, do you want us to help you?"
I shrug. "Only if you want to."
Who names their daughter Michael? Seriously. Like, okay, here's an idea: "Tom, I can't think of a name!" My weirdo mother named Anne might've said. Tom, my rock and roll dad, would go, "Let's be rebellious! Let's name our daughter... Michael!"
"Oh, Tom! That's a wonderful idea!"
And so I was named Michael. Pfft. Why couldn't I have been named like, Jenny, or Ginny? Ginny's a cool name. Anything but Michael. I've told my parents many times that I hated my name, but they said, "Mike, that's what we named you. Either wait till you're eighteen and change it, or buck up and be different."
Okay, let's switch issues: It's the summer before I start high school, and I still haven't ever had a boyfriend. I've had my eye set on a guy though. His name is Cliff Armstrong. He's got the rock and roll grunge look. Whenever I see him, it always seems like the whole world freezes and Cliff and I are the only people on earth. Sometimes he'll catch me looking at me, and smile weakly. I'll usually blush and then look away.
So, right now I'm at the coffee house with my two best friends in the whole world: Mara Brightman and Alice Smith. Me, I'm Michael White; Mike White. It rhymes. Grr.
Mara takes a sip of her latte and looks at me. "Earth to Michael," she says. I look up at her from the book I was reading.
"Yes?" I ask, raising my eyebrows. A strand of my brown hair falls in front of my brown eyes, and I push it away. Alice is staring at me too.
"Can I help you two? I was doing something," I say, not intentionally trying to sound rude.
"Mike, you've got that look again. The one that you put on your face when you see Cliff," Alice says. I stare at her.
Ooh man, how I wish I could be her, with her perfect straight blonde hair, and blue eyes. She's so beautiful. Every guy wants her. Whenever I go somewhere with her, the guys stare at her. I was one of those girls with the small boobs and average looks. Not that I'm trying to diss myself, but really, Alice was blessed with good looks.
I blink, and turn toward my book again; "The Lord Of The Rings: The Return Of The King". It's seriously the best book ever written. I turn the page and Mara tried to grab my attention, but I ignore it.
"Michael!" She says loudly.
I look up at her and say "What!?" Mara points over to the coffee counter and I see Cliff. "Crap, Mara!" I say, placing my bookmark into my book, and shoving it into my bag. Cliff turns around to look around, sees me, and smiles. I blush, and he waves.
I watch him, and when his order arrives, he heads over here. "Alice, how do I look?" I ask her quickly.
Alice gives me a quick thumbs up and I let out a sigh of relief. Cliff is in talking distance. "Hey, Michael," he says. Right now, I want to hide in my shell like a turtle.
"Hi," I say nervously, starting to fiddle with my bag.
"How's your summer been?" He asks.
I look at him; his green eyes were so pretty. His black hair was just perfect too.
"It's been boring," I say, laughing. He nods.
"Yeah, mine too."
I look over at Mara. She's looking at me, and we keep our eyes locked for a second. "So, Michael, since I ran into you today, I was wondering... "
Alice nudges me.
"He's going to ask you out!" She mutters.
Cliff looks at her.
"What?" He asks. Alice shakes her head.
"Nothing." He shrugs and continues with his sentence.
"So, Michael, I was wondering if you'd like to get some pizza and see 'Three Way' with me tonight."
I could feel myself turning bright red. "Yeah, that'd be nice," I say, keeping my gaze away from his gorgeousness.
"Okay. Um, well, the movie's at seven, so do you wanna meet me at the town one?"
I nod. "Okay, see you then," he says, and leaves.
When he's out the door, I squeal.
"Oh my God!" Mara giggles, and Alice smiles.
"You're so lucky, Mike," she says. I looked at my watch and inhaled deeply.
"Girls, I need to get going," I say, gathering my things.
Mara nods and says, "Okay, do you want us to help you?"
I shrug. "Only if you want to."
