Heartbreak For Two - A Michael Clifford Fanfiction

Chapter 3 - Bruises

We walked up to my bathroom while Michael stayed downstairs, sitting on the kitchen counter, waiting for me to get the cotton and the bandages and the hydrogen peroxide out.

I walked back downstairs and got out baking soda, water, ice, and a baggie. I began to mix baking soda with water for his swollen lip. I've done this many times for him, and it helps a lot. I used a cotton swab to carefully put the baking soda and water mix on his lower lip.

I put ice in the baggie and have him hold it on his cheek. I then opened the hydrogen peroxide, put some on the cotton ball, and rubbed it against his knuckles. He flinched a little bit, the hydrogen peroxide stinging his cuts. I rubbed the hydrogen peroxide over all of his cuts, then put bandages on his knuckles.

Michael then leaned in to kiss me, but I pulled away.

"What was that for, babe?" He asked.

"I don't want the baking soda and water mix to come off of your lip. Then it won't heal right. We've done this before, Mikey" I told him.

"Sorry.. I forgot" he said and we walked down into the basement to the game room. We called it a game room because we had a TV, a couch, a recliner, a foosball table, a pool table, and a small basketball hoop hanging on the wall. I grabbed the basketball from on the recliner and shot a basket, making it.

"Nice, babe! Now I know why you have all of these trophies!" He pointed to the five trophies I have on the shelf. Three were from when I was in my freshman year. I shot the most baskets in a hoop shoot at my school, so I was sent to districts and got first place there. I went to states and got third, so I still got a trophy but didn't move on. I had the another from our girls' high school basketball team at Norwest Christian College. We went to districts one year, when I was a sophomore. The other one was from when I went to a summer basketball camp and make the most baskets in a scrimmage.

Basketball reminds me of Dan. He would always be there to encourage me. He is the best brother I could have. He always played with me, even if he was tired and even after he broke his leg, he still shot hoops with me. I've been playing with him since I was about two. I would run out onto the driveway where we had a hoop for kids. Since I was too small, six year old Dan would lift me up and help me reach the four-foot-tall basketball hoop.

When I first met Michael, I was in my freshman year, and it was the first day of high school and we were in gym, playing basketball. He was an ass to me that first day, especially throughout gym. I thought he hated me because of his behavior, but he did that because he liked me. When I found out he liked me in the middle of my sophomore year, he told me, "I did that stuff just to be near you. I thought if I did nice things, it would be obvious that I liked you." I understood, and we've been dating ever since. I really love Michael.

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Short, but sweet -Lizzie:)