Printed In Black // 5SOS

21 - don't feel the same

c l o v e r

"Clover," Michael poked my arm, as I turned my head to the blue haired boy.

"Yeah?" I asked the boy, as I took a sip of my coffee that we just bought from starbucks.

Michael scratched the back of his neck, as he fidgeted uncomfortably beside me. I raised an eyebrow and slapped his arm, making him turn to me again.

"What's wrong?" I narrowed my eyebrows at him, as he gave out a groan.

"Come here." He sighed, pulling me by my arm, "I have something to tell you." He mumbled nervously.

"Go ahead." I shrugged, as I nodded my head for him to continue.

"So, you know that your band and my band have been pretty close recently." Michael paused, as he looked at me. I nodded my head at this, before I cleared my throat.

"And your point is?" I asked him, as I took another sip of my drink.

"Well," He began, "I think I might have a feeling for you." Michael confessed, as my eyed widened in pure shock.

"What?" I shook my head vigorously, as I started to back away from him. "You have feelings for me?" I mused.

"Well, yeah." Michael sighed, as a frown managed to crept on his face. "Is there something wrong?" He narrowed his eyebrows.

I scoffed after he said that, as I tossed the empty cup into the bin.

"Are you being serious?" I laughed bitterly, "You can't like me, Michael. We're both in a band, and your band members wouldn't like the idea of this. This is a competition between us, and I don't want things to get awkward." I told him, as I began to stand up from the booth.

"Wait, Clover," Michael quickly stood up, as he took a grab of my arm. "I know you feel the same, but something is keeping you away." He pulled me closer to him.

I bit my lip and shook my head, before I turned my head to the other side.

"Look at my eyes and tell me you hate me." Michael whispered, as I felt his warm breath on my cheeks.

I clenched my fists tightly, as I turned my head to see his beautiful geeen eyes. I took a breath, and opened my mouth, as I tried to say it. However, nothing came out of my lips, but what surprised me was that my eyes started to water when I saw the look on his face.

"Michael," I broke the eye contact and backed away from him, "I can't do this, I have to go." I told him, as I quickly turned around and exited the coffee shop.

I left the blue haired boy inside, as I heard his voice calling my name. I tried my hardest to not turn around and ran to him, which I seemed to succeed as I ran further and further.

The tears splattered out of my eyes with every step that I took, making me feel even more horrible as the time passed.

Maybe I did have feelings for him, but with all of these things happening, I didn't think it would be the perfect timing.

s e l y n

"But we can't start the sound check without Clover," I sighed, "This is our first show." I told the rest of the girls, as I sat down on the stage.

"Yeah, but we have like-" Karen paused, as she looked at her phone, "30 minutes left before we have to start getting ready." She frowned.

"Last time she went with Michael right?" Zoe asked, as she stepped out from her drum kit, making her way to the stage.

"Yeah, maybe we should just call Michael?" Karen suggested, as I nodded my head quickly, thinking that it was a good idea.

I pulled out my phone and quickly opened my contacts. After I found Michael's name, I quickly pressed the call button and leaned the phone into my ears.

The phone rang for awhile, before finally he answered the call. The first thing I heard was Michael panting, as I turned my head up and looked at the girls.

"Um, Michael?" I spoke through the phone.

"Shit, Selyn. I'm really sorry, I- , fuck!" He cursed, making me frown.

I was about to ask him what was wrong, but then someone came stumbling on the stage, making the three of us turned our heads around.

As soon as I saw Clover, my eyes widened, as Zoe let out a gasp.

"Clover!" I exclaimed, as the three of us ran to her quickly, as we caught her body before she was about to faint.

"Holy shit, what the fuck is going on." Karen mumbled, as we all helped her to our dressing room.

We brought her to this sofa, as she layed down with her eyes closed. I frowned when I remembered that Michael was still on the phone.

Quickly, I brought the phone back to my ears.

"Michael Clifford, what the fuck have you done." I hissed.

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OKAY I KNOW IM SELFISH FOR MAKING CLOVER TO MUCH SCENES AND SHIT, BUT BE PATIENT FOR NEXT CHAPTER IT WOULD BE AWESOME OK, NO MORE CLOVER, ILY!