Ferris Wheel || Malum《

1 - for idiots

"I'm not going Ashton, carnivals are for kids, idiot." I told my best friend as he argued with me through the phone.

"It wasn't a damn suggestion, so get ready because I don't want to go alone!" He yelled making me remove my phone from my ear.

"Alright, fuck!" I finally sighed and I heard him giggle.

"Yay! Be there in a few minutes!" He cheered, "and Michael?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't fucking cuss!" He spat and then hung up.

I'm Michael Clifford, and I'm just going to cut to the chase; basically I am more punk rock than you will ever be. And as you can see I have gotten involved in something that's so 'not punk rock', so I'm pretty pissed.

While I wait to go to that dreaded place, I scan through the TV, laughing at the poor choice of shows that are on, seriously man these suck, but not as much as carnivals. Those suck even more.

To many people, to many lights, to many noises, to much of everything. And for some freaking reason people feel it's an okay place to dress like they're gonna meet the freaking queen.

Not to mention the cheesiness in fairs, ugh I cannot stand that crap. All the couples making out, grabbing hands, winning prizes for one another while people stare in awe. The fucking amount of pictures they take just to show off their relationship and captioning it with some mediocre thing like: your FCE or relationship goals.

That, I can't stand the most.

But even though I am the true example of punk, I am nice. Well only to Ashton and my dog, but still. That's a lot coming from me.

"I'm here!" I hear Ashton's cheerful voice boom while he keeps ringing on my doorbell.

I swing open the door and he has the biggest smile on his face, "C'mon I don't want to be late!"

"I'll be back reject!" I call out to my pup which is probably in my bedroom, he likes it in there, fucking teen. "How can you be late to a freaking fair man?" I ask as I lock the door behind me.

He shakes his head, "Because they added a Ferris wheel you dummy!" He chirps, and I groan, what difference can a stupid Ferris wheel make? "And I've always wanted to go on one and now we both can!"

I scoff, "Uh, no. First of all I didn't even want to come along, but I did; for your sake, and there is no way in hell I am going on that."

"You're still afraid of heights?" He mocks and I groan.

"Shut up man! And no... I just- don't like getting on rides." I lie as we climb onto his van.

He mumbles a quick 'whatever' before turning up his radio, making me sigh. He's always listening to some pop shit. So not me.

"If you were Dracula! I'd be ready to take that bite..." We both sang along, I mentally cursed at myself for getting out of my rock n' roll ways for a bit, but then again it's Bea Miller and that's one hell of a song.

Plus, it basically describes me.

Therefore, punk rock.

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A/N: Gonna double update!!! Malum is coming gahhh!