I Got You (Michael Clifford Fanfiction)

Chapter 1 - plans

(That is what Marielena looks like)

😜Marielena's POV
"Mom..." I waited for a reply but got none. It was abound 7:30 in the morning on a usual boring Saturday, and once again...I had no plans. "Mom!" I screamed it this time hoping for a reply but just like my mother does, she makes me come down to her. I started my way down the hall to the hell that is my family. I have 2 brothers and one sister... I'm the oldest out of them all, 15. My brother and sister, ben and izzy, are 8 and they are the devil twins in which my mother gave birth too. Then there is the little rose that is Felix, but he is only 2 and can be gentle, bratty, cute, annoying and everything else in between all at the same time.

Once I got down the stairs I saw my dad heading out the door. I run up to him and give him a hug "bye daddy." Yes I know I'm 15 and I call him daddy, so what. "Bye pumpkin" he says back before heading out the door for another day at work in the Air Force. See, we live on the ,military base here in Georgia and it is fine as of the house and school but him leaving everyday; now that's another story.

I walk over to my mom who is happily waiting in her chair with her coffee and candy crush game all set up for her to enjoy her morning. "Yes?" She says with a little smile, knowing I'm annoyed that I had to get out of bed to talk to her. "Can I go somewhere today?", I didn't even know where to go but I wanted to get out of this house before the brats came back from their rooms.
"And where do you want to go?"
"I don't know..."
"Then why are you asking to go somewhere if you don't know where to go?"
"Because I don't just wanna sit here all day like I usually do. I wanna be out with friends."
"So why don't you call Skylar and set something up while I drink my coffee and get past this stupid level, ok?"
Skylar and I have been best friends since the 6th grade and we usually did everything together. "Alright but if we settle on doing a sleepover then I want to go to her house", "whatever" my mom yelled back as I was going down the hall only to be knocked down by a screaming izzy, wait...no, it's ben, he just sounds like a girl. Who knows what they are playing, but not wanting to be sucked into I stupid game I make a run for my room. Once I'm in my room I jump on my bed and pull out my phone to call Skylar...
(Phone conversation)
S- hello? *she sounded like she had just woken up
M- hey what's up
S- what the hell you woke me up from the best dream ever, on a Saturday, might I add and you say 'what's up'?! *i knew I woke her up, I know her too well
M- well I thought maybe we could hang out today and do something for a change instead of being the bums we are and staying home.
S- what would we do. I like being a bum anyway, there is nothing wrong with that
M- well we could go to the store and buy our weight in candy
S- got no money...
M- we could...um...go to the park
S- I'm lazy...lol
M- hahahahaha! * what was funny is that she actually said lol
S- we could always have a sleepover?
M- sure, but can we have it at your house?
S- sure you almost live here anyway?..

She was right, anytime we had sleepovers we always went to her house. Either from boredom, family, life problems, etc. we would always stay at her house. She even had a spare bedroom that we would sleep in. I'm not really sure why we would leave her bedroom just to sleep in another but I never questioned it. Plus she would lock her door when we went to the spare room... I think I asked her about that once but forgot.

M- alright I'll see you later then.
S- wait, what time do you wanna come over?
M- whatever works for you...
S- how about 3:30 pm
M- fine with me
S- ok see ya Mari
M- peace homegirl

I'm not sure why I said homegirl, but I'm weird, what is there to do other than to embrace it. She used my nickname too which my dad made fun of but whatever. I liked it and so did my mom so I don't care what he says. He makes fun of me and my sibling a lot to toughen our souls, as he likes to say. But whatever, now that I have plans I can count down the minutes like I always do until I can leave.