Out Of My Limit | Michael Clifford

Chapter 19

Michael's POV
"Man. You messed up." Luke told me. I had just explained to him what had just happened with me and Emily.
"Okay. I'm either really dumb and I don't know what you just said or I'm a complete dick."
"Yeah I'm gonna go with complete dick." Luke clarified for me.
"Well then this is gonna sound even worse. Please explain to me what I did wrong exactly?" I looked like an utter dumbass.
"Whoa dude you really are messed up..." Luke chuckled and then buried his face into his hands as he took a deep sigh, as did I, to try and explain what I did so bad.
"Okay so first thing's first. You tell her straight up whether it will break her heart or not it don't matter unless it's your own relationship." The last part made me flinch but Luke didn't notice. "Second. You lied. You lied to your very best friend who she believes she can completely trust. And third. Well you didn't chase after her when she got out your damn car. And all the worst you said that she looked at you several times. Well then that means she knew you were there and that she knows that you just couldn't be bothered to get up and go apologise. Especially when she just caught her boyfriend cheating." It clicked into my head like that. But I still didn't know what to do. She might not want to talk to me, or like Luke said she might want me to go and chase after her...
"So what should I do?" I asked him.
"Well I think for now, you crash at my place tonight and figure it out in the morning."
"Okay but what shall we do now?"
"FIFA?" He questioned, handing me a remote, already knowing what my answer was.
"FIFA!" I agreed and sprung out of the couch.
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*2hours later*
We were engrossed still into match 3 which I was just about to beat Luke's sorry butt in, until there was an insanely loud banging on the door at like 2 in the morning.
I got distracted too easily and managed to let Luke win. But I put my fury to aside, to go and get the door.
This guy carried on banging away.
"Alright alright calm down." I shouted at him.
I opened the door, to see a guy fall face first into my chest, drunk and almost passed out of his mind. I just about managed to catch this buff, 6ft guy clambering on top of me and drag him to the living room.
Luke turned to see who was just dumped onto his couch.
"Haha! Hey man. You doing okay?"
"You know him?!" I asked.
"Yeah it's Amy's boufriend, Will."
"Amy as in, Emily's best friend?!"
"One yeah and two Mike, you know you're still her best friend."
I just looked down still ashamed.
"I'm nottttt Amyyy'ssss boy-*hicup*-friennndd anyyymooorrre *hicup*!" We both turned to look at Will staring back up at us, constantly yawning and placing hiccups between his sentence.
"Why not?!" I asked.
"Because I did some bad stuff."
"What kind of bad stuff?!" Luke asked again.
"I*hicup* can't remem-*hicup*-ber..." He droned off scratching the back of his neck.
"God dammit!" luke cursed.
"What's wrong?" I asked. Luke sounded so frustrated.
"What the bloody hell is everyone's issues with women recently. Pleeaaasseee can we just okay FIFA and deal with our problems tomorrow?... Will you in?!" Luke took a deep breath to keep himself calm after that small rant of his.
"Err thanks mate but*hicup* I think I'll sit out and watch."
Luke and I gasped in unison at the thought of someone turning down FIFA. But we let it slide.
"Ha yeah I guess." I smirked and grabbed a controller.
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*30mins later*
For the last half hour I've been trying to... What am I saying... I HAVE been beating Luke's ass in FIFA but not how I'd hoped. Will had been yapping on and on about how much of a pathetic guy he was and debating on whether to say sorry and go chase her tonight or leave it till the morning... even though it practically already was.
"...but then if I don't go, she might hate me forever and I may never see her again and she'll write a stupid but probably really clever, giving that she wrote it, song and it will go viral and I'll be known as the most dumbest, pathetic, messed up, bloody, fricking---"
"SHUT UP ALREADY!!" Luke screamed in frustration. the house was filled with silence, as me and Will just stopped and stared at Luke in shock at how loud he was just then.
he laughed it off once he realised he took it a bit too far, pretending it was nothing to fill the silence as Will and I joined in faintly.
"Look. I know your pretty messed up and everything about Amy, so why don't you just call her to say sorry." Luke suggested quite patronising.
"I can't. I kinda broke my phone at Amy's." He admitted.
I don't know why I found it so funny but I did and burst into fits of laughter with them both staring at me blankly.
"...Okaaayyyy then. Well then use my phone." Luke said.
"Can't. you do it."
"Why me?"
"Because I'm gonna throw up..."
Will almost gagged his last words as he ran to the downstairs loo and basically threw up his dignity.
Luke and I laughed for a little while until Luke picked up his phone and started typing a text to Amy.
"I thought you were gonna call her?" I asked.
"Nah. Too awkward. I don't wanna be hearing her sobbing to me over the phone. I'm not good in those situations."
"oh."
"What shall I say... surely sorry won't be enough?!" Luke asked me.
"Well I don't honestly and you probably don't either want to keep hearing Will's complaints and his soppy love stories anymore so i say let's send Amy a text saying to come over a 'kiss and make up' with him." I said.
"Okay .... Aannnnndddd send."
"What did ya say then?!" I asked.

'"Hey Amy. It's Luke. I've got a just about sober, but recently throwing up Will over here, begging for you and telling me how much he's sorry. But he can't text you because he apparently broke his phone at yours, so yeah, do you wanna come round or shall I bring him over?'"
Luke recited to me.
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*20minutes later*
Will had just come out of the loo, from the continuous throwing up. While me and Luke continued our game of FIFA.
"Sorry mate." Will came out and patted Luke on the back, apologising for his stench of vomit in Luke's toilet, and probably will end up throughout the whole apartment.
"Err just for a heads up, where's your other loo again?" I asked Luke, making sure I do NOT go into that one which has just been occupied.
"Ha yeah err down the hall to the right of the kitchen."
"Cheers." I smirked at Will.
"I still don't feel so good though." Will exclaimed.
"Well obviously, it's not gonna go away like tha----" I was once again interrupted by another bang on the door.
"I'll get it." Will said going to stand up...
"No I won't..." Will also once again almost hurled his last words as he ran to the other loo... just typical.
"I bett ago check on him." Luke said before pacing down the hall, leaving me to go and answer the door.
I made my way over to the door, when I stopped in my path when I heard faint mumbling of girls voices. One that sounded somewhat familiar.
My thoughts were interrupted by yet several more loud, inpatient bangs. I carried along my oath to the door and for some reason, felt a bit sick in the stomach but then again it was probably the Will's stench finally covering the full apartment.
I opened the door.
"Hel--"
There were two girls, but one whom was also the one with the loud banging, caught my eye.

"Michael?" She said in relief but also confusion.

"Emily?"