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.


11. Stupid Michael

"You should just come to band practice tonight," Calum suggests. 

"Michael... Michael will be there," I say.

"He won't do anything if we're around," Luke says.

"You better not leave me alone with him," I say.

"C'mon Michael and Calum are on the same bus. They'll be there a little bit after us," Luke says taking my hand. 

"How do they even get to your house?" I ask.

"Calum or Michael's mom drives them," Luke says. 

"They don't have driver's license?" I ask.

"Yep, none of us do," he replies.

"Well, I can drive you guys anywhere next year," I say.

"Hopefully we'll stay for that long," Luke says.

"I'm sure you will, Luke."




A stupid smirk is plastered on his stupid face. He's so stupid, why does he have to be part of my life? 

I hate him.

He hates me.

Why can't it be that simple?

It can never be simple.

With me.

Or with Michael. 




Stupid Michael, with his stupid smirk on his stupid face. 

One year...

I'm sure it won't happen.

Luke is cool, Luke is a boy. 

I'm not cool, I'm not a boy.

Boys bully girls because they like them.

Wait, what?




I finally got my thoughts to settle down once they started a mini concert for me. Songs like Check Yes Juliet and I Miss You. 

"Shouldn't you guys write original songs?" I ask.

"We would, if we had a drummer..." Calum says.

"So all you need is a drummer?" I ask.

"Yes," Calum replies. I grab my computer out of my bag and start searching.

"Don't worry guys, I got you covered. Just let me work my magic..." I say.




It's about two A.M. on a Friday night and I'm still looking for a drummer. I find somebody on Facebook, his name is Ashton Irwin. He used to be in a band "Swallow the Goldfish" and he sings too. 

"Hi! There is this band called 5 Seconds of Summer that is looking for a drummer. I'm sure you would be the perfect fit because you drum but sing as well. I can always talk to the band and see when you can come on over to the practice spot." I type. I surprisingly get a quick response, considering its two A.M. 

"I would love to meet the band! Are you like their manager or something?" He asks.

"No, no. Just a close friend. I will talk to them when they're a bit more awake." I type back.

"Thank you!" He says. 

"You're welcome boys..." I say to myself.





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