Michael Clifford's Secret Sister

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-Dedication to @SweaterPaws_Mikey because she's so sweet and has also supported me through many of my books. I hope you like this chapter and I love you, thanks so much for your support!

Maekayla's point of view

I sat on my bed, my guitar on my lap and my drawing book right beside me, along with a pen, pencil, and eraser. I leaned back and hummed as I played my guitar.

I heard a knock at my door and I stopped. "Come in," I said and Luke walked in. "What's up Luke?" I asked him and he closed the door behind him.

"Hey," he said and took a seat beside me. "At the store today, I heard what she told you." He told me and I shook my head. "Listen,-"

"Luke," I said and chuckled. "It's fine," I lied and shook my head. "She was just being protective over Michael and I get that." I told him and he frowned.

"She had no right to lay a finger on your or tell you such things." He told me and I looked down at my bedspread. "She was just jealous. You get to spend time with us and she doesn't."

"It's fine really. She just said what she was thinking, it didn't hurt. They're just words." I lied yet again. "It's nothing I've never heard before." I accidently let slip out and he furrowed his eyebrows together in confusion.

"What do you mean it was nothing you haven't heard before? Who would say such things to you?" He asked me and I wanted to say no one, I meant to say no one, but obviously, my mouth wasn't cooperating with me.

"Michael,"

I slapped my hand over my mouth and then looked at the door worriedly, as if he would pop out any second and scream at me again. Luke's expression changed from upset to anger in seconds.

"Why would he ever?" He asked quietly, probably not meaning for me to hear, or to say it outloud at all. "As in, our Michael?" I nodded, already in too deep to lie my way out of this.

"That li-"

"No!" I said and pulled him back down as he stood up. "Please, please don't talk to him about this. I wasn't supposed to say, and things are just starting to get decent between us. Please Luke," I said and he played with his black lip ring.

"Fine," he sighed and took a seat again. "I can't believe Michael." He sighed. "How could he be so rude towards his sister?"

"It's nothing," I told him. "I swear. It doesn't effect me anymore and I don't even listen to him." I lied. His words always had and alway we will have the biggest impact on me.

"Besides," I said and plucked a few random chords. "It doesn't matter anymore. It's in the past. The past is the past, you can't change it, can't fix it, the only you can do, is leave it."

"I never knew you played guitar." He told me and I nodded. "Did Michael teach you, or did you learn by yourself?" He asked me as he eyed the black guitar on my lap.

"Michael gave me this, but no, he didn't teach me. I had spent years playing, almost nine or ten." I told him and he nodded. "I spent all day practicing in the garage so I didn't annoy my family." I told him and he nodded.

"Can you play me a song?" He asked hopeful. It was like he genuinely cared and wanted to hear me play. "Please?" He asked as he gave me the puppy dog look.

"Fine," I told him and thought about a song I know. I started strumming and then sang the lyrics softly so I don't screw up the song.

"I'm outdated, overrated, morning seems so far away," Isang and he smiled. I think he knew this song. I continued on with the lyrics, and looked out of my window.

"To form imaginary lines, forget your scars, we'll forget mine." I sang as I started becoming emotional. "The hours change so fast, oh god, please make this last."

Tears fell as I sang this song because memories came aswell. I shook my head and looked down so Luke didn't see it. My bangs fell in front of my eyes so you couldn't tell I was crying.

"You could crush me, please don't crush me." I sang, my voice getting croaky. "Cause baby I'm a dreamer for sure," I sang and he moved my bangs out of my eyes. "And I won't let you down, I swear this time I mean it," I sang.

When I finished I quickly wiped my eyes and he clapped. "It was beautiful," he told me. "Are you okay?" I nodded as I set my guitar aside and he gave me a hug amyways. "I know you aren't, you don't need to lie."

I didn't know what it was. Maybe it was because I really meeded to let all my pent up emotions go. Or maybe it was because I trusted Luke, even if it was just a bit. But I had just sat there and cried into his colored baseball tee.

He rubbed my back soothingly and was silent as I cried. "I knew you weren't okay. You don't have to lie to me." He said softly. "You can trust me, I promise. I'll always be here."

I had my arms around him and he had his long arms around me. He swayed us side to side and I hiccuped. "I'm-I'm sorry Luke," I said and he chuckled.

"Don't worry about it," he told me. "You're like my own little sister now because I sure as hell treat you like one." He said and I chuckled. It was croaky and it sounded terrible, I feel so bsd for him.

"What are you guys doing up there? Why are you taking so long Lucifer?" We heard Michael say, but neither of us took the time to move, let alome the initiative. I was drained.

I needed to get out of the house. I needed to get away from my parents and from Michael. I needed some time in a nice place to think. To be myself. Maybe with someone I trusted. Someone who won't judge me. Or alone. That doesn't sound to bad either.

"Luke, what-woah, what's going on?" I heard Michael ask as my door creaked open. "What's wrong?" I heard Michael ask worriedly and soon he was beside us.

"It's nothing," I said and wiped my eyes. "I just played a vry emotional song on the guitar." I answered, not lying but not telling the truth.

"Are you sure?" He asked me, his green eyes staring into mine. I nodded and he sighed. He didn't press the subject any further and then stood up. "You guys coming downstairs to watch movies and sleep in forts made our of blankets, chairs, and pillows?"

"I'm in," Luke said and rubbed my back. "Do you want to come with us? It'll be better than being all alone. It'll also help you forget." He said and I thought about it.

"Yeah...sure," I said and nodded.

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Urgh, what is with all my crappy chapters now? The last few have been very, very terrible. I apologize so hard and I really hope you liked it even if it was short and bad. I understand if you don't want to read this anymore though, I'm not a fantastic writer anyways.

~Allena aka Mrs. Irwin aka Queen Reject ♡