Unfrozen

Cold as ice itself, and pale as the snow itself, Michael Clifford is not the type of 6ft boy you should be messing with, unless it's a death with you are asking for. But when someone crosses his path, his entire life turns all the way around, and maybe he might just show his soft spots.

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18. Seven Minutes of Hell

"Wasn't even on planning on it," Michael says to me. We walked into the dark closet and got comfortable. 

"More like seven minutes of hell," I mumble to myself. 

"Heard that," Michael says.

"I'm sure you did," I spit back. 

"We are in a small space." 

"I'm well aware of that," Michael says back to me.

"How long has it been?" I ask.

"It's been like one second Adelaide!" He yells back at me. 

"So what did you do with Ashton?" He asks.

"Just talked about the band, got to know him better," I reply.

"Why can't we do that?" He questions.

"Because I know who you are. I didn't meet you off of Facebook," I say. 

"But you don't know a lot of stuff about me," he says. 

"I know you probably lied about having a brother, you have parents, you aren't good at math, you sing and play the guitar, and you have the same music taste as me," I reply. 

"Isn't that enough?"

"No, it's not. You don't know what I like-"

"I know you like music," I say cutting him off.

"I know that I want to slap you right now," he says. 

"I'm leaving," I say getting out of my spot. I open the door exposing my eyes to the bright light. 

"Hey, you guys have five minutes left!" Calum yells as I run up the stairs. I go into the bathroom locking the door shut. I try to hold back the tears but some of them start to spill out of my eyes. 

'Why does he have to be such a bitch to me?' I ask myself. 

'I'm done being nice to him, maybe I should just give him the silent treatment,' I say in my thoughts.

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