unpredictable : mgc

Chapter 56.

*Brooke's POV*

I took a deep breath and headed towards the front door with the girls on my tail.

"Have a good time, Brooke!" My dad called.

"Thanks, love you, bye." I called back.

As I was about to reach out and open it, it was flung open by Amy.

Outside, I saw Michael's bleach blonde head of hair snap up from the ground and onto me. And as soon as his eyes found me, they widened and his jaw dropped.

I looked him up and down, he looked smarter than usual too. Black skinny jeans, black boots, white tank, leather jacket with rolled up sleeves and a red flannel tied around his waist.

"Damn..." I breathed.

"Whoa..." He followed.

"Right, so our job is done here Brooke. You two love birds go have fun now, no sex. We don't want any baby Clifford's just yet." Shay smirked. "That's my only rule."

"With Michael looking like this? I don't know if I can follow the rules." I smirked. Earning a twat on my head from Charlene. "Ow."

"Bye!" Amy squeaked before pulling the two girls with her down the street.

"You look amazing, Brooke." Michael smiled.

"You look hot. Really hot." I winked.

"Good to know." He smirked. "Let's go."

I took his arm and he walked me to his black SUV parked in my driveway.

"How's dinner and a walk on the beach sound?" He asked as he opened the car door for me.

"Romantic." I said dreamily, as I got in.

"Was hoping so." He smirked as he hopped into his own seat and started driving.

I smiled before I turned to face out the window. Thinking. Michael isn't just Michael anymore. Michael is Michael Clifford, guitarist of 5 Seconds of Summer, the band who will be an opening act for One Direction and tour with them all around the world on Take Me Home. Michael Clifford is a boy that hundreds of girl love and want, Michael Clifford is mister punk rock from 5sos, with his cool dyed hair. The boy who is in the seat next to mine, isn't gonna be Mikey for long. I'm gonna lose 4 best friends. They're gonna be famous. Who knows, they'll probably move to LA. I'm gonna lose my boyfriend. My name and face is gonna be blurry in his mind once he gets mobbed by fans. At his concerts, he'll be trying his best to memorise all of his fans faces. Mine won't even be thought of. He's going for 6 months. Everything is piecing together yet falling apart. They're dreams are coming true, my nightmare's are happening. Mikey's gonna change. I'm not ready for the change. Mikey will be. I'm happy for him. He'll be by his four best friends. But he's gone.

Mikey's gone.

"What?"

I faced him, he was looking at me with disbelief.

"What?" I questioned.

"You just said 'Mikey's gone'." He mumbled.

"Oh..." I mumbled, damn it Brooke...shut your mouth.

"I'm not going anywhere. I'll always be Mikey." He smiled reassuringly.

"Remind me that once you're selling out arenas..." I mumbled.

"Hey, you'll be backstage at those arenas. I'm never gonna change okay?" He smiled.

"I love you." I smiled.

"I love you more, beautiful." He said as he leaned over and kissed my cheek.

The drive took a little while longer, with Avril Lavigne playing on the radio.