Hole in My Heart//Michael Clifford

"Are You Okay?" - 2

This video gives me hope of a better world

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I usually wear long sleeves, because I don't want to freak people out with my veins and my blue-ish colored skin. (It's not like alien creepy, but it's noticeable.)I learned that the hard way when most of my first impressions with people went down hill fast. At first I tried to cover it up with make-up, but then I decided it was simpler to just put all of my summer clothes up in my closet for if I get better. Everyone says I will but I'm not sure if it's the truth or they just feel sorry for me and want me to feel better.

Car rides are pretty much always quiet with Chris and I, we don't usually say very much, just listen to music. Right now "In my Life" by The Beatles is playing, I've been a fan of them for as long as I can remember thanks to Chris. My dying wish is to meet Paul McCartney and Ringo Starr. Before either me or one of them kicks the bucket. That'd be nice.

"So you ready to get your party on?" Chris laughed.

"You heard what Dr. Jenkins said, 'Don't do anything crazy' and I'm too young to be having a kid." I laughed and Chris joined. I'd always wanted kids, but with Eisenmenger Syndrome the strain on both my heart and the baby's heart would be too much. And odds are we would both die on the spot. As much as I want a kid of my own, I'd love to adopt one. But maybe if I wish on the stars and make my 11:11 wish every chance I get, the surgeries will all go well and I'll get to have my own one day.

"For real though, I want you to have fun tonight. You're the best friend I've ever had and you deserve fun," she smiled sweetly to me as she parked the car. Fun. Tonight will be fun.

"Thanks, Chris. You're the best sister/friend ever," I replied and we got out of the car. We made our way to the line of people at the entrance. This looks like some kind of club, not that I've ever been to one, but I've seen movies. Maybe I should sneak into a club sometime with a fake ID and friend to do it with. Not Chris, as much as I love her, she's not much of a rule-breaker.

"Okay everybody! The boys are going to be walking through here and you need to make a path!!" A security guard from the front yelled, just then a black van drove up. After that my view was blocked and replaced with screams that were mostly along the lines of "LUKE I WANT YOU TO FATHER MY CHILDREN!" and "MICHAEL I WOULD DO YOU SO HARD!"

Well, then.

Mr. Brentwood appeared next to us and said something inaudible to us. He walked off, but turned to and motioned us to follow him. Chris and I shrugged and went under the rope to follow him. We pushed our way through the crowed, Chris made it look easy, but I definitely had to put some effort into it.

"Brandon! How are you?" The guard that yelled before greeted once we reached the entrance. He must've been a foot, maybe even a foot and a half, taller than me.

"I'm doing just fine, Dave. These lovely ladies are with me," He said pointing to us. I gave Dave a smile and slight wave. He seemed like a gentle giant to me, but I wouldn't want to get on his bad side, just to be safe.

"Alright-y then, you all have a great night," he said pulling back the rope. We entered the building, which was much more quiet than outside. We got in an elevator and rode up to the 5th floor. The room was lit in blues and reds and a band was setting up on the stage. I'd say there are about 120 maybe 140 people here, but it's not too crowded.

"Have fun tonight, if you need anything just say the word," Brandon said as he walked off. The band finished setting up and four boys picked up their instruments. They looked about my age or maybe a couple years older. The boy in the middle started talking, but the boy on the left was who I couldn't keep my eyes off.

"Hey everyone! Uh- Most of you know us, we're 5 Seconds of Summer. I'm Luke, that's Calum, there's Ashton, and Michael." He laughed with an Australian accent. So the boy on the left is Michael. I presume it's the same Michael that got the "I would do you so hard" comment, to be honest I probably would.

"I'm actually the coolest one in the group. They're more like the back-up guys." Michael said. They laughed and I joined.

"Whatever you say Mikey," Luke laughed. "We're gonna be singing our song 'Voodoo Doll' so here goes." They started playing and jumping around. So far, it's a really good song, but it still isn't what I'm totally focused on. My eyes are still glued to Michael.

"Wont you please stop loving me to death"

Chris and I decided to make ourselves look like idiots while dancing.

"I can feel your touch even when you're far away from me!"

"Whoa this band is pretty hard-core!" I yelled, Chris nodded. Before I knew it the song was over, which kinda killed my vibe, but hey maybe I'll get to meet this very attractive boy who they call Michael.

"I'm gonna go get some punch, you want some??" Chris asked. I almost didn't hear her, but I answered by nodding yes. I need a moment to cool down from the dancing, I try to act as casual as possible In front of everyone. I always have, even before I found out about my heart, I could've been dying and not say a word.

"Excuse me," someone tapped my on the shoulder. "Are you okay?" I turned around to see one of the boys from up on stage. And take a wild guess who it was... Michael.

"Yea- I uh- I think I need to sit down," I whispered. suddenly my lungs felt like they were going to explode.

"Let me help you," Michael said as he lead me over to a chair. I sat down and caught my breath after a few seconds. Michael looked very concerned for not even knowing my name.

"I think I'm okay now," I said with a deep breath. He smiled and nodded. Just then Christina ran up.

"Oh God, are you okay?" She blurted. And felt my head.

"Yes, just got a little out of breath," I answered.

"Do we need to go home?" She questioned. I shook my head and giggled to really sell it. Michael still stood behind her with concern in his eyes. I gave him a reassuring smile.

"We never really got to meet. I'm Denise," I blurted before the awkward silence took us all over.

"I'm Michael," he said cutely.

"You're quite the performer, Michael," I complimented, making him blush and mumble a thank you. Christina went to go get some punch, she dropped the punch the she originally went to get when she saw me sitting here out of it. Michael sat by me to "make sure I was okay" but I'm not really convinced that that's the reason why. (I'm not complaining though.)

"So did you really like our song?" He asked shyly. I was surprised, that song was perfect.

"I loved it! It was amazing!!" I stuttered out. He giggled and blushed a lot. I don't talk to boys much, because most of the boys at my school are fuck boys. I can tell that Michael isn't a fuck boy. For real though, he's really sweet. Not to be confused with sweet fuck boys, the boys who are nice in public but a fuck boy on snapchat. He better not be one or I will fucking scream.

"We're about to play another song get up there!" Ashton said as he ran up to us. Michael turned to look at me, picked up a pen from the table, and ran off. Then he quickly returned with a cheeky remark.

"Oh I forgot something!" He exclaimed. I looked around falling for his dumb joke.

"Your number." He smirked. I tried to stifle my laughter but that didn't really work. I wrote my number on the palm of his hand and again he ran off toward the stage.

Cristina came back with two cups of punch and a little smirk on her face.

"You did that on purpose didn't you?" I laughed. She acted dumb. "You waited for Michael to leave before you came back!"

"Would I do such a thing to my favorite little sister?" She sarcastically said with a chuckle. I nodded yes.

"Hey! We're back, sorry we took so long, Mikey had some unfinished business in the crowd," Luke said as he looked at me beside a blushing Michael. "Here's our next song, 'Lost Boy'"

I decided to stay sitting this time, (as much as I would love for Michael to save me again, I do enjoy being able to breathe). He looked so serious and happy while he was performing... and my was he beautiful...