Printed In Black // 5SOS

23 - chicken nuggets

c l o v e r

"People call it skinny love," I sang quietly, as I played the tune softly on my guitar, "And I'm the one to blame."

"Hey," A voice startled me, as I quickly leaned off the sofa and placed my guitar aside, "What song is that? Sounds really nice." Karen asked me as she walked passed by my.

"Some song I wrote recently," I sighed, standing up as I followed her into the bunk section of our tour bus.

"Wait what?" She turned her head to me, "That song is really good." Karen said.

"Nah, it's not even done." I told her, as I got inside my bunk - which was right below hers.

"You should really play that song again, Clover." Karen told me, and I just nodded my head so this conversation is done.

I just wanted to listen to music right now, or basically just chill. One week of full jumping around the stage and having awkward stares with 5sos was really stressful. Especially when Michael tried to talk to me but I had to ignore him for no specific reason.

He tried calling my number and sent me these texts but I never replied them. Feeling really dumb and overreacting like I always did, now I really feel like apologizing.

"Ugh," I groaned frustratingly, "Why do you have to be so hard?" I whined to myself.

"Who?" A deep voice burst out suddenly, making my eyes widened in surprise.

I quickly pushed the curtains aside as I propped my elbow to support my body. My eyes met a pair of the familiar green ones, as his scent filled my nostrils.

"Michael?" I narrowed my eyes in confusion, "Why are you here?" I asked him, completely shocked with his appearance.

"I need to talk to you, Clover." He sighed, as he quickly stepped closer and pulled my legs out from my bunk.

I squealed as I held onto his shoulders. He stood in-between my thighs as his hands was wrapped around my waist.

We stayed quiet as I observed his new features. His hair was dip dyed blue, which was really attractive to be freaking honest. His stubbles also showed up this time, making him extra attractive.

I looked down to his arms and also saw his new tattoo that everyone had been talking about. I heard it was something related to final fantasy, and it was really cool.

"You got a new tattoo," I pointed out, as I touched his still red skin from the hot needle. "It's cool, I like it." I told him, as I glanced back to meet his eyes.

"You do?" He asked again, and right now I just wanted him to talk, because damn, I missed his accent.

I nodded my head and smiled faintly at him.

"You got a new piercing." Michael said, as he tucked my hair behind my ear and touched my new ear piercing. (p.s i have 6 ear piercings now)

I nodded my head and sighed. Having him around just gives me chills and I just can't do this thing longer. I looked down and rubbed my eyes.

"Michael, look," I started, "I'm really sorry, I shouldn't have ran away like that. I was having a bad day that time and our history as separate bands were not really pretty. I'm just afraid everything would turn out wrong, and I just-"

"Hey, hey," Michael cuts me off, "Clover, it's fine okay? We're okay now and I was never mad at you. I was wrong when I said that I might like you," He paused, as I narrowed my eyes at him,

"Because now I know that I really like you."

s e l y n

"Goddamnit, Luke," I huffed, the frown on my face were prominent, "Will you just stop following me?"