The good deed (michael clifford)

5sos, Michael Clifford,
It's not the best feeling in the world. Realising your life is so worthless that you find yourself on top of a bridge, waiting for that moment when your feet lift from the ground and you find yourself falling.
I wouldn't know, he saved me before I could have a chance to feel my body hit the waters face. Before I could fall.
But why did he save me? Why is he helping a broken person like me?
Especially when he's famous?
It doesn't make sense. Until you read.


7. chap 7


We have started eating our Chinese food. Dropping the touchy subject. Although I could tell we weren't done with this, we are just setting it aside.

I open a container of food. The smell making my mouth water. I look up Michael with a hint of confusion.

'That's Fried rice, you have to try a little bit of it all.' He smirks.

Michael begins making me a container of mixed dishes. I wipe the remaining moisture from my face and sigh.

The container is handed back to me. I look down at the verity of different foods in front of me. My stomach growled at the mear sight of food.

And even if I tried I couldn't explain the smell.

'Heh, you can eat it you know.' Michael mumbles his mouth already filled with food.

I grab my plastic white fork and slowly begin to collect small amounts of each substance. I close my eyes taking in the sensation.

A mixture of sweet, bitter and chilli fills my mouth. The flavours explode leaving a smile press against my lips.

'I knew you'd like it.' Michael smiles fiddling with a few cd's.

'Why so many?' I ask quietly, my voice still recovering from the tears.

'So many-?'


'Oh, uh-' He looks down towards the ground. As if he is thinking.

'I- huh, I like my music.' He bows his head. Innocently looking at the floor again.

'What's so bad about that?' I ask confused.

'Nothing.' He breaths. Why is he so annoyed?

We continue to eat, silence continuing to part us awkwardly.

I look down at my food, then back at Michael. A wide smirk continuing to grow on his face. 

'I have to go and get something, ill be right back.' And with that he left. The front door slammed as he exited the house. 

I've never liked the feeling of being on my own, to many times the silence has mentally killed me. 


Hey guys, thanks for waiting this long. i promise i will try to update more often. Just be paintent with me, i'm going through a rough time. 

On a good note, in 2 days time. I should get an email saying if i have won tickets to go see 5sos in an accustic performance or not. So, fingers crossed. 

Comment, like, share and all that, 




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