Micheal clifford

                                    

                                          
"You want me to show u something cool?"
                          
He asked you looking down to his watch. You smiled agreeing and he gently took your hand in his directing you through the saving bodies rubbing against each other to the preppy music. 
                          
His hand was actually soft. Like more than soft, silky almost. Not sweating at all. This was surprising due to the heat radiating off of all of the drama kings and queens in the room. 
                          
The gold air hit you like a wall. It was nice. It almost relieved you knowing that how there isn't a chance of you sweating onto his hand. 
                          
You where directed the back part of the garden where the darkness was only interrupted but the faint light coming from the party. 
                          
"In three, two and..."
                          
He stopped partially through his sentence and turned my body so I faced the garden of the person whom lived behind. Before he could finish his sentence the garden lit up entirely. Fairy lights everywhere. You where in awe it's gorgeous.  
                          
"It's beautiful isn't it?"
                          
He asked looking towards you. Your eyes where fixed forward focusing on the magnificent garden. After about 30 seconds you realised that Michael was still waiting for an answer. 
                          
You faced him about to say something when your mind was completely wiped. You had nothing to say. It was almost as if your tongue had disappeared. His features where just about visible in due to the faint glow that traveled into the area surrounding you both. 
                          
His jaw was sharp as a knife. Distinctively separating his neck and face. The very tip of his nose shined reflecting every last piece of light. His eyes made their way towards you. Glowing from inside of him. A million different shades of green dances around in the light. Almost chasing each other. 
                          
A smiled tugged on your lips as you watched them mingle and intertwine. You absentmindedly chewed the bottom of your lip. Something you tend to do when deep in concentration. 
                          
"It's where I get most of my inspiration, although now I'm having other ideas."
                          
He stated as his hand swiftly made its way towards your chin. His thumb stroking the tip. 
                          
"You write?"
                          
You asked looking back towards the garden splitting the two of you. You saw him nod from the corner of your eye. 
                          
"So your not a drama major?"
                          
You asked intrigued by the individual. He looked towards you again and you looked at him before dropping to the floor at a medium speed. You crossed your legs over one another and carried on looking out. Soon after Micheal joined you on the grass with his legs out in a b shape. 
                          
"Music, I'm in a band."
                          
He elaborated causing a smile to grow on your face. You absolutely love music and Micheal doesn't look like he does the whole preppy kind of music. You liked a little edge on your music. A hidden meaning, the song needs to mean something.
                          
"For real, that's so cool."
                          
For the rest of the night you and Michael stayed at the back of the garden away from the party. You had an amazing time and even got his number. You really enjoyed each others company and decided to meet again once you had left the party.