Living Longer//Michael Clifford no. 2

Prolouge

Mia's POV

I starred at him an almost cried.
"How?" I muttered.
"The news," Michael laughed.
The girls stood there shocked as hell.
"Are we missing something?" Lara asked.
"Uh?" I stammered.
"This is my ex," Michael sighed.
"I, um?" I muttered.
"So you weren't joking were you?" Lara asked.
"Nope," I muttered popping the p.
Lara starred off into space, deep in thought.
"Why did you break up?" she questioned.
I sighed ready to reply but Michael beat me to it.
"Because Mia didn't want her to drag me down."
I sighed because I knew it was true.
"Michael?" I said.
"Yeah?" he replied, turning his head towards me.
"I missed you," I said, hugging him.
I couldn't help it. I wanted to feel him again. My Mikey.
"I missed you too."
"Mia?" a slightly familiar voice called.
"Ashton?" I called, looking to see the curly haired boy standing against the door frame.
"Hey bug." he smirked.
"Don't call me that."
I laughed at the nickname he had given me. It had annoyed the fuck out of me then and it still does.
(It's not in the other book, but Im saying that it happened.)
"So your the one opening for us?" he asked.
"I guess?" I shrugged, still wrapped in Michael's arms.
Ashton moved out of the doorway and Calum moved in.
"Calum?" I asked.
"Hey," he said, half ignoring me, like usual.
"What ever," I muttered, when an idea popped in my head.
"Who wants pizza?" I asked.
"Me!!!" everyone said in unison.
Even Calum.
Dick.