"Like Romeo and Juliet"

Hasley Sherwood just moved to Sydney, Australia with her parents. She has what people would call a "perfect life". She's top of all her classes, she's extremely fit, and her parents are good to her. Atleast that's what people see. The gruesome reality of it is that she hates school, she smokes, and her parents ignore her all the time. Hasley Sherwood is not the girl that everyone thinks they know. If she can't fix herself, then who will? Michael Clifford has lived in Sydney, Australia his whole life. He has a wrecked life and everyone can see that. His mother abuses him, he ditches school, and he's what people would call a "physco". His gruesome reality is just that. Michael Clifford is wrecked. If he can't fix himself, then who will? Will they fix each other?

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2. Day 2

Michael's POV.

"Mom."

"Mom."

"Mom." I said one last time before my Mom finally decided to answer back.

"Yes Michael?"

"I'm going out."

"To do what?"

"I don't know. Meet new people to hang out with." I shrugged.

"Hang out with or smoke with?" I shrugged again. "Alright. Be careful."

"That's not even a possibility anymore Mom." I smirked and walked out the door. Walking down the stairs, lighting a cigarette. It was a normal routine for me. The only thing abnormal today was a new family moved in across the street. They moved here about a month ago.

"Hi!" I yelled at the daughter who was sitting on her front steps.

"Hey!" She yelled back smiling. She was gorgeous. Long brown hair, extremely fit, big brown puppy dog eyes. She was a perfect girl.

"Wanna hang out?" I asked. She laughed and got up from the steps and started to walk down them. I did the same, meeting her on the sidewalk in front of her house. "Is that a yes?"

"I don't know. I've lived here a month and you randomly decide to yell hi to me? What's the occasion?" She asked.

"I don't know." I shrugged. "I've been wanting to hang out, but you're just so pretty I didn't think you'd like a guy like me." I looked at the sky smiling. She laughed a beautiful laugh.

"Well, let me introduce myself. I'm Hasley Sherwood." She put out a hand.

"Michael Clifford." I shook it.

"So Michael. What do you want to do?"

"Uhm, we can go sit over by that nice tree and get to know eachother."

"How do I know you won't kill me under that tree?" She asked.

"Do I look like I would kill you under that tree?" She tilted her head, looking me up and down. "You just checked me out." I winked.

"You're a flirt." She pushed my chest, laughing.

"Trust me." I held out a hand. She reluctantly took it and I led her over to the tree. "This could be the beginning to a beautiful relationship you know." I said, sitting down.

"Maybe. Depends if you kill me or not." She smirked.

"Ha. Ha. You're cute."

"Wow, you really are a huge flirt."

"Only with you." I smiled.

"We just met."

"But you know more about me then most girls know."

"I only know your name."

"Exactly."

Hasley's POV.

"Hasley!" My Mother called. Michael and I both looked over to where she was waking towards us.

"Ugh." I sighed, getting up. "What?"

"Dinner is ready. I've been calling you for the last five minutes."

"I'll be in, in a minute." I gestured her to go away. I turned back around to Michael who was already standing up. "I have to go. I'm really sorry."

"Well, here." He took off his sweatshirt an gave it to me. I tilted my head in confusion. "To remember me by."

"You live across the street." I laughed.

"Just in case." He shrugged. I stood for a minute thinking until I took off my Sleeping With Sirens bracelet and put it on his wrist.

"Just in case." I smiled and went back to my house, leaving Michael there smiling as well.

"Who was that?" My Father asked as soon as I stepped through the door.

"Michael. The kid from across the street."

"I don't want you hanging around him." He glanced out the window at Michael.

"What? You don't even know him!" I yelled at my Dad. I know that I just met the boy but he was the first person that's talked to me in Australia. To me, that was a freebee of being my friend.

"He's trouble."

"You don't know that."

"Hasley, he's smoking. He's trouble. I can tell."

"So what he smokes? I used to smoke."

"Look where that got you. To a different country. You're done seeing this kid." And those were the last words I heard him say before I ran upstairs to my room.

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