Luke Hemmings' Sister m.g.c.

Chapter 5

Kateryne's POV:

I climbed through the window, carefully climbing on to the tree conveniently placed out side my window like some cliché story.

The tree was cold and rough, the bark probably leaving numerous splinters in my skin. I winced at the coolness of the air.

Mikey was below me, smiling like a dork, following my movements so he could catch me if I fell.

By the time I was at the bottom Michael must've been waiting a good 10 minutes, something I apologised for straight away.

"Michael! What have you done this for? Where are we going? I know you want to make me punk rock but how?" I asked, grin on my face.

"We, Kat, are going to rob a bank."

I stared at him.

He stared at me.

I stared at him.

He giggled. "I can't believe you fell for that! No, we're going to the park. It's shut, but anyone who's been at night knows it's amazing. The park is so, just see it." He whispered, eyes sparkling.

Taking my hand he lead me towards the darkness, winding through the town until we reached the park, fenced and guarded.

"I'll give you a leg up, come on." Michael muttered, putting his hands out for me to step on. Gingerly I obeyed, wobbling slightly as he pushed me up, grabbing onto the metal fence. Once I (very um, gracefully, kinda.) got over the fence Michael used his ridiculous height to pull himself over too.

"Tall people." I muttered, shaking my head in mock disgust.

He giggled, picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder. "I want to take you to the lake in the park, it's beautiful when it's lit up from the moon."

Within five minutes I could hear the gentle lap of water on the shore of the lake, the moon sending soft light bouncing towards us.

It was breathtaking.

"How is this punk, it's like, classical ballet stuff Michael." I muttered, in awe.

"It's punk that we broke in okay?" He defended, pouting.

We sat on the shore for a while, talking about why Luke was being harsh, me explaining (and crying) about my bullying experience. At that point he had hugged me, and told me about how he felt so lonely quite a lot, like life was in black and white.

He'd said that's why he had dyed his hair, to try and get some colour.

We had begun to lie down and look at the stars. "There's the plough, Sirius, Orion, the kite." We turned towards each other, suddenly aware of the closeness between us, until we heard a shout.

"Who's there? Show yourself!" A man answered - probably a guard.

"This is the really punk part." Michael whispered, pulling my hand and sprinting into the darkness.

***

"You know what, Michael. I felt really alive and free tonight when we were running, the best I have for a long time." I blushed, and began to climb to my room, turning at the window. "Night Michael."

He smiled, waved a hand, and walked into the darkness, leaving me, half through a window, smiling like an idiot.

Once inside I was hardly tired because of my adrenaline rush with Mikey, and decided to write a song, humming w tune before I reached my guitar.

A tune began to play, words fitting in quickly and well, soon I had what would probably be the chorus to another song:

All my life I've been good but now
Ooohhh
I'm thinking "What the hell?"
All I want is to mess around, and I don't really care about
If you love me, if you hate me
You can't save me, baby, baby
All my life I've been good but now whoa "What the hell?"

What, What, What, What the hell?

It worked well, and I was strumming along with my guitar, one chord quickly into another.

Not long later I was exhausted, and put my guitar away, dreaming of Michael Gordon Clifford.

A/N:

Hey guys, this is dedicated to @blondegordan for being my twin by heart, and she's asleep right now *whispers* I'm watching her MWAHAHAHA!!!

So yeah, she has a great fan fiction and helps me come up with the idea of what Mike took Kateryne to do, and she knows a lot of the plot, and is super excited for the story, like me.

Yeah check out her stuff (I hope she's actually sleeping) and give her a hug from me bc idk people like hugs.

She's amazing and even though we like, met today I have so much in common (choose here to comment 'cool') and she really is my twin. At heart.