Fanboy (Michael Clifford)

Chapter Twenty-Four

| michael’s pov |

“I got one, I got one!” She exclaimed, holding up her index finger and swinging it around. It was funny how I’ve grown accustomed to this over the past few weeks.

We weren’t together, but we went out– a little bit too much.

I was beginning to see her in a different light; not the Belle I thought she was, but the Belle she is. She wasn’t confined to my opinion of her– she was her own person.

I used to think she couldn’t make mistakes. I thought she was the perfect human being, someone who couldn’t do anything wrong. She’d always side with the good and stay there.

But no, she had her own faults.

And I’ve come to love her that way.

“How do you place a giraffe in a refrigerator?” She asked. Her eyes lit up, and she looked like a child I had to take care of.

“How?”