clifford table

I’ve Been In Love With You My Entire Life. - M.C.

“Y/N, could you come help set the table? The Cliffords will be here any moment now!” my mom yells up to me, as I am sat in my room checking myself in the mirror for the hundredth time today. Growing up so close, we always considered each other as “best friends”, but I always had such a crush on Michael. He never knew, and never will. I’ll just let it slowly kill me inside watching him get bigger and seeing him on magazine covers and online articles all the time.

           “Coming, mother!” I say, fluffing my curls over my sweater one last time, hoping I’ll look this good through the entirety of the night. I set the table, and the doorbell rings, making my heart beat so fast I feel as though I could fall over in an instant.

           “Daryl, Karen! So good to see you again, and you too Michael, of course. The rockstar!!” my mom beams as she welcomes the guests into our home, where they’ve been a million times before. Her comment to Michael makes me blush and want to facepalm as soon as she says it. But then I see him. He’s grown and matured so much I don’t think my heart can handle it.

           “Y/N! You look so beautiful, darling. So grown up!” Karen says, engulfing me in a hug, Daryl sending a wave my way, as he makes his way to my father, who is sat watching sports in the den.

           “Hey, loser.” Michael finally says as he pulls me in for a friendly hug that will surely break my heart.

           “Hey, dumbass.” I reply into his shoulder, the hug lingering and making my heart flutter, which is short lived as he releases me and makes his way also to sit with my dad and his. I catch myself staring, and so does Mrs. Clifford, how unfortunate.

           “He’s grown so much, hasn’t he?” she smirks and wraps her arm around my shoulder, taking me completely off guard, embarrassing me to no end.

           “I-I, uh, yeah, he has hasn’t he” I laugh uncomfortably and move to assist my mom in putting the dishes of food on the table.

           “Y/N, would you grab the boys? Dinner is ready.” My mom asks, and I nod. Walking into the den, I take a deep breath, calming myself.

           “Dinner is served, boys.” I say and turn quickly on my heels, hesitant to make any eye contact with the boy who I know is following directly behind me. We eat our dinner which is filled with conversations, laughter, and childhood memories.

           “So, Y/N, how’s university? Any boys??” Karen asks, and as if on cue, Michael clears his throat and keeps his eyes focused on his plate.

           “Oh, uhm, it’s not too bad, busy is all. And no, no boys. No interest in any of them, really. Not the kind of people I’d like to keep myself surrounded with.” I say, taking a glance at Michael who is now blushing and trying to hide a smirk.

           After eating, I help my mother clear the table when I hear my name.

           “Hey, Y/N my mom told me you redid your room, can I see?” Michael says, looking almost nervous. I nod and guide him around the house reaching the stairs, making our way up them. I open the door to reveal my fairy lights on the perimeter of the room, pale white walls and a black and white bed, a few scattered band posters, and some records by my record player.

           “Wow, it’s so different from the old one, haha” he laughs, looking around and wandering.

           “Well, I decided my room should probably grow up with me, I needed a change. I couldn’t keep looking at the bright blue walls and Zac Efron posters.” I begin to chuckle too, embarrassed that he had seen my old disastrous room.

           “Hey, can I talk to you about something? My mom has been bugging me all week leading up to tonight” he says, sitting on my bed, patting next to him signaling me to join him. I nod, and make my way over.        

           “She says I like you, and I never really thought about it until I went away on tour, when I realized how much I missed you. I missed you in a way that I didn’t think was possible. I would dream about us, living together, lying in bed watching movies, it was like I missed all these things that had never happened.” His words shock me, I try to hide my shaking and rising blush. I feel like I’ve been waiting for years to hear him refer to us as us.

           “So I guess what I’m just trying to tell you is,

I’ve been in love with you my entire life

.” That sentence brings tears to my eyes, which he notices as he begins to look concerned, until he sees the gigantic smile on my face. I don’t even have to say anything, as I bring my hands to cup his jaw, and I bring him in for a kiss, so he knows I’ve felt the same way.


For @puckerupmikey and @hemmocrat‘s First “I Love You” Blurb Night

When Michael had asked you to join his family in their annual Christmas Eve dinner you were a bit taken aback. It’s not that you didn’t want to meet his parents because you did, it was just you had Michael had only been dating for three months and you couldn’t help but think maybe things were moving to fast. Nonetheless, you couldn’t say no to the vivacious red head, especially not with his beautiful green eyes baring into your own eyes. And that’s how you found yourself in the Clifford’s home on Christmas Eve helping Mrs. Clifford set the dinner table. 

“It’s so nice to have another lady around the house,” she smiled. “Usually I’m stuck with those two over there.” 

“I know what you mean,” you laughed, glancing at your boyfriend who was currently glued to the television beside his father. 

As the night progressed Michael and you seemed to switch places, him helping his mother wash the dishes while you accompanied his father in the latest Christmas special that was playing on the television. And it was nice, getting to spend time with both of his parents but soon his father dozed off to sleep, leaving you alone while the Grinch played out on the television. 

Though you tried to lose yourself in the film, you couldn’t help but notice the whispering that was going on in the kitchen. Your curiosity soon growing out of hand, making you vacate the couch and trek towards the kitchen. But the closer you got the quieter their whispers got. And even though you knew it was wrong to spy – especially on your boyfriend and his mother’s conversations, you couldn’t help but hide behind the wall of the kitchen.

“What do you think of her?” Michael whispered, his soapy hand coming up to rustle his already messy hair. 

Michael was nervous. 

“I think she’s lovely,” his mom smiled. “You did good.” 

“Really?” he asked, earning a nod from his mother. “Good, cause I think I love her.” 

You couldn’t stop the gasp that from your lips, your cover being blown as both Michael and his mother turned to face you. Your cheeks getting hotter under their intense stare and yet you didn’t care, Michael’s words echoing inside your head. 

“I’m going to go make sure we got everything off the dining table,” she said, leaving both of you in the kitchen. 

Michael’s own face as flushed as yours, soap dripping down his forehead as he continued to run his hand through his hair. You moved closer to him, careful not to overstep any boundaries this was clearly foreign territory for both of you. 

“Why were you spying?” 

“I didn’t mean too, your dad fell asleep and I could hear you guys. I was coming to say hi,” you mumbled, ashamed of getting caught. 

“Oh,” he said, fumbling with the bracelets decorating his arms. 

“You love me?” you whispered, eyes glancing up at your boyfriend. 

“I do, Y/N,” I confessed. “I love you.” 

“I love you too.”