omegle:: hood

twenty-three

quick a.n.! i've just posted a new story, it's called 'coma'! please check it out, it's a michael clifford fanfic! (ps, i've only posted the description and chapter one but i promise that's it's gonna be rad)

"uh, i'm back!" i yelled once we walked thought the doors.

"what?" michael yelled back, probably playing video games.

"i said, i'm back!"

"oh, okay!"

i sighed and took off my jacket, setting it on the small sofa.

annabelle cleared her throat quietly, reminding me that i had brought her over to introduce her to the rest of the boys.

"right, come this way." i said awkwardly, leading her into the game room where the guys were.

i wasn't sure wether to grab her hand or wrap an arm around her, so i decided to go with none.

as i suspected, the boys were playing fifa.

annabelle stood closely next to me.

"uh, guys." i coughed, making the three of them turn around and look at us. "this is annabelle, my girlfriend."

"fake, fake girlfriend." she corrected me quietly.

shit.

she probably doesn't have feelings for me.

no. she definitely doesn't like me, especially since she corrected me.

oh god, this was such a bad idea.

"ah, so this is the famous annabelle?" michael asked, getting up from his seat. "i've heard a lot about you."

what the hell?

i don't even talk to them about her!

all they know is that i have a massive crush on her and practically forced her into fake dating me without her consent.

"you have?" she asked him and looked up at me.

i responded with a confused shrug, looking at michael.

"we all have. you're all over the celebrity gossip cites." luke said also standing up.

a simple "oh," came out of her mouth.

i looked at the three, which were now standing side by side, and gestured them to introduce themselves.

"oh, hi. i'm ashton," ashton said, holding out his hand. annabelle gladly shook it.

"i'm luke," he also shook her hand politely and took a seat back on the sofa.

michael walked right up to her, wrapping his arms around her.

i swear he's doing this on purpose.

"i'm michael." he said once he let go.

i swear that kid is going to get a serious licking once belle leaves.

he caught me looking at him and grinned.

"you guys really didn't have to introduce yourself. i know who you guys are, because who doesn't?" belle said, attempting to make a joke.

none of them laughed, they just stood there. i forced a laugh, which made they boys look at me confusedly.

i cleared my throat, "so what were you guys doing?"

"playing fifa." ashton answered and sat back down next to luke, "you guys want to play?"

"i'm not good, so i think i'll just watch." belle answered shyly.

"yeah, i think i'll just watch too." i said and lead annabelle to an open side of the sofa.

once we sat down, ashton and luke were already playing against each other.

"so annabelle, how does it feel to be calum's fake girlfriend?" michael asked from across the room.

oh great, here come all these stupid questions.

"eh, good?"

good? you're supposed to be saying amazing.

late update, sorry!:( but how cute is calum?! LIKE OMG.
please check out my new fanfic COMA!!!!!!