[PICTURE ABOVE/TO THE SIDE IS THE ONE CALUM USES]
MICHAEL'S POV
"Mikey!" Calum whines clinging to me like a koala as I try to walk up the stairs to my room to check my PostIt, being a couple days since I met the strange boy with the angel voice.
"Cal get off," I grumble attempting to push the kiwi boy off, while Ashton stands in the corner laughing.
"You never have movie night with us, please please." He mumbles into my shoulder as he tightens his grip around my waist with his legs.
"Fine, fine just get off CalPal you're heavy." I say fake panting. Cal grins at me like the cheeky bastard he is before hopping of my back and darting down the four stairs I managed to struggle up. Only I don't follow him, I run up the stairs chuckling to myself when he gasps and darts up after me, pounding on my bedroom door as it closes.
TheSkittleConda: Help me Hemmo the Penguin king! My bandmates are trying to kidnap me D:
__________________________
HemmoTheFlammingHommo: oh my god, bandmates? You're in a band? Aha Minnie Michael Clifford, what's your name anyway?
__________________________
TheSkittleConda: oh ah, my name is Michael too? But like not Michael Clifford ahha no.. Hum. Michael..... COLUMN
__________________________
HemmoTheFlammingHommo: lol you don't sound so sure I'm Luke....
__________________________
"Michael Column?" Calum whispers in my ear, making me shriek and fall off my bed not noticing he picked the lock on my door.
"Jesus Calum don't do that!" I groan rubbing my bum where it had hit the floor.
"Why did you say your name is Michael Column? Who's Luke? What's PostIt? Oh can I have one? What could my name be, Callime Wood? Is that too obvious? Why Column? Why not Jordan? No wait Michael Jordan is real, oh oh you could of been Michael Gordan," Calum rambles climbing onto my bed and grabbing my laptop looking at my PostIt account.
"Ha you're lame! You only have 200 followers!" He snorts, clicking onto Luke's profile.
"Oh. He wears skirts? That's cool. OH MICHAEL HES POPULAR!" He screams clicking on the message button typing extremely fast, before pouting and patting the spot next to him.
"Luke is mean." He whines as I settle down next to him, looking at the message he sent.
___________________________
TheSkittleConda: HI IM A HACKER IM CALUM WE SHOULD BE FRIENDS BECAUSE YOURE ADORABLE AND CUDDLE ALL THE TIME
__________________________
HemmoTheFlammingHommo: Yeah right, first this account belongs to a guy named Michael that acts exactly like Michael Clifford and now it's being hacked by a 'Calum' what is wrong with you just leave me alone weirdo I'm only 17
__________________________
TheSkittleConda: I CAN PROVE IT
*image attachment*
__________________________
HemmoTheFlammingHommo: Yeah right, you could of gotten that from google. Bye freak.
__________________________
HemmoTheFlammingHommo has muted you, you can no longer communicate with this user.
YOU ARE READING
Not Who You Said - Muke
FanfictionWhere punk!Michael meets Fem!luke online but Michael Clifford isn't gay, and certain people won't let a flower wearing, pink loving, little Luke Hemmings change that.
