Arachibutyrophobia

Snack Talk With Michael Clifford

Snack Talk With Michael Clifford

"So, what do you want to do now?" Michael asked as he closed the door to my cabin and jumped onto Niamh's bed.

"I'm quite hungry..." I mumbled before giving him puppy dog eyes. "Can you go get me something?"

"I literally just laid down." Michael huffed, before looking at me and sighing in defeat. "Fine... But you don't get a say in what it is."

"Yay, thanks." I smiled and clapped my hands together like a little child as I watched him shake his head and walk out the cabin.

I ran a hand through my, now bright blue, hair, courtesy of Calum Hood, who apparently had always wanted to dye someone's hair but Michael wouldn't let him, got up from where I sat in my bed and walked towards the mirror in the shower room.

Calum hadn't actually done a terrible job of it, apart from the huge blue mark on my neck from where he accidentally left a bit of hair dye, that would definitely take more than a couple of washes to wash out.

As I looked in the mirror I realized that I actually kind of liked the look. But I knew it wouldn't last more than camp, because mum would never allow me to have something like that.

I sighed and walked back into the room and flopped on top of my bed, where I picked my phone up from and scrolled through my music, before clicking on Kids In The Dark by All Time Low.

The music played in the background while I laid in bed, exhausted from earlier activities such as the race our group had against the Changu-Mangus. All I can say is damn those girls are fast.

I felt my eyes getting heavier by the second, before the front door opening and snapping me awake.

"Yo I have food." Michael said as he walked in, holding a plastic container in his hands.

"Is it edible?" I asked while sitting up on my bed and scooting to the side so he could sit next to me.

"Of course!" He faked being offended. "I couldn't get much from the kitchen, and all they had left from the afternoon was cold toast and apples, so I brought the apples, but I also managed to sneak out some peanut butter.

"Peanut butter?" I bit my lip, looking at Michael as he opened the container that held the slices of green apple and a small jar filled with the golden paste.

"You're not allergic right?" He asked, beginning to move the jar away from me.

"No... Not at all, I just never had it before, and wasn't planning on having it. Ever." I shrugged as I took an apple slice and bit on it.

"Do you like peanuts?" He asked as he copied my actions. I nodded and he grinned. "Then you'll like peanut butter."

"I'm sure I will... It's just... My friends said that sometimes it gets stuck on the roof of your mouth, and I'm scared of that." I blushed as he looked at me with amusement.

"Are you being serious?" He chuckled.

"Don't laugh at me, this is not a laughing matter!" I said, hiding my face with my hands.

"Even if it gets stuck up there, you will eventually manage to lick it off." He said and I chuckled at how bad it sounded. 

"But what if I can't?" I asked eyeing the jar.

"Get someone to lick it for you." He shrugged as he dipped a slice into the peanut butter. My eyes widened at the comment and I looked at him in surprise. "I'm kidding. You have nothing to worry about."

I looked at him, uncertain of whether to do this or not, but as he moved the apple towards my mouth, I found myself opening it and welcoming the peanut butter covered apple.

I scrunched up my eyes and chewed on it, trying to keep it as far away from the middle of my mouth as possible. At first my mouth felt dry, and I wanted nothing more to spit it out, but as soon as I bit into the apple, the dryness disappeared and was replaced by a pleasant taste.

I slowly opened my eyes to find Michael looking at me expectantly. I gave him a thumbs up and he smiled proudly.

"Weird combination though, I do have to say." I pointed out as I took another slice.

"The guys say the same, but they won't even try it so I can prove to them that it tastes nice." He shrugged before grabbing my laptop from under the bed with his free hand.

"How did you know it was there?" I asked as he placed it on my lap and I turned it on.

"I'm observant." He shrugged before getting up and closing the curtains, causing the room to turn slightly darker than before, as the curtains weren't that great at providing shelter from the bright sun outside. "Let's watch a movie."

I nodded and logged onto my Netflix and scrolling through the list of films.

"Have you ever watched Big Hero 6?" I asked Michael as he lay still next to me.

"No... But I've heard of it. Isn't it the one with the marshmallow guy?" He asked as he chewed on the apple slices.

"Yeah, that's the one." I laughed before searching it and clicking play.

Just as Hiro appeared on the screen for the first time, the door to the cabin sprung open and Chloe and Jade walked through it.

"Mikey, we were just-" Chloe began to say but stopped as soon as her eyes landed on Michael and I. "Oh I didn't know you were with Michael."

"Yeah, we're watching a film. Wanna join us?" I asked and felt Michael nudge me with his elbow that was being hidden from the girl's sight by the laptop.

"No, it's fine, we have other things to do." Jade smiled at me and Chloe just stood there with a blank expression on her face.

"Actually, we were coming to ask if you wanted to hang around with the guys and us, since you've barely done that this year." Chloe said and I knew she was hinting at the fact that instead of always being with them, I had spent some time with Michael as well.

"I was with you for the whole afternoon?" I pointed out, because I had been with them for the race against the Changu-Mangus, and could see Jade trying to pull her sister towards the door.

"Yes, you were and that's fine." She said as she pulled on Chloe's elbow.

"Whatever..." Chloe mumbled and walked out. Jade gave me a sympathetic look before walking out after her.

"What's her problem?" Michael asked, his attention returning to the film, which I had paused.

"I don't know." I mumbled, before hitting play.