colours ☠ michael clifford

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ok taissa farmiga for lucy yeEt we love her

yoyo my name's elyce { @prolashtonate } and im co-writing w/ chloë !!!

so I'm gonna be in bold n elyce is gonna be bold + italics !!

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It's pretty cool having a garage roof right next to your bedroom window - especially when your roommates seem to have decided that 1am is the perfect time to argue over soap and god knows what else. It's also a great place to stargaze; to lose yourself in the mystic abyss of the night sky.

I was perched on the edge of the asbestos, legs crossed, when a voice caused me to jump back to reality from where I was analysing the stars.

A boy, no older than nineteen, was staring at me intently with his head cocked to the side. "I said," he spoke softly, "What are you doing up there?"

I was about to reply when I heard a crash from inside the house. I scrambled up and poked my head through the window. I was greeted with the sight of Nick (roommate A) with a look of pure terror in his eyes as Chryssie (roommate B) glared at him with fury pulsing through her veins.

He had broken her Xbox.

I quickly shut the window and turned back to the boy with the shocking red hair. "My roommates can be little shits sometimes," I replied with a laugh, "What brings you out here so late, Elmo?"

"Well if you must know Miss Smurfette, the noodle that I call my friend, Luke, invited his boyfriend, Ashton, over for a dinner date. Supposedly they're going to hang out for a bit afterwards and 'watch movies,' if you know what I mean," he replied, smirking at the oh-so-clever nickname.

"It-it was an accident; I swear!" I heard Nick yell, obviously desperate to calm Chryssie down.

"Accident my ass!" she fumed.

"They sound lovely," the red haired boy sarcastically pointed out while laughing.

Dismissing the comment, I noticed the sudden silence. Sighing in relief, I turned to the boy and stated, "You know, I never got-"

"Lucy!" the bickering pair inside shrieked, interrupting me once again.

"Lucy, eh?" the boy asked with a small smile, "It's cute."

"Sure, but from what it sounds like, I better get as far from this house as I can before I face the wrath of my roommate, Chryssie," I joked.

"Why don't you join me for some pizza? It seems like it'll be a while before either of us can go back home. The name's Michael, by the way," he proposed.

"I'd love to kind sir. As long as I can make it out in one piece," I answered, grinning, which he returned.

I quietly snuck through the window, only to feel two very angry sets of eyes on me. It wasn't very long until the screams and profanities came barreling at me.

"Have you seen what this prick has done?" Chryssie shrieked. "Like, what the actual fuck is your problem Nick?! And what the hell have you been doing out there? God Luce, it feels like you don't ever want to be around us anymore! Now help me murder this asshole." She glared at the seemingly terrified boy.

I stared at her blankly for a moment, then spoke. "Really sorry Chrys, I'd... love to, but I'm a bit busy not deafening myself right now - maybe tomorrow night?"

I shot her a quick smile and Nick a 'good luck', then stumbled down the stairs and bolted out the door.

Now, I'm not going to lie, finally seeing Michael up close left me completely breathless.  

He noticed my reaction and smirked. "I knew I was hot, babe, but the look on your face screams,'Holy shitballs, the supreme.' I'm flattered, really," he told me cracking up at his own words, "Seriously though, what's up?"

Instead of answering truthfully  and scaring off the fucking god standing before me, I trusted my gut and changed the subject.  "You watch American Horror Story, too?! I love that show. If I recall correctly, that is a quote from the one and only Jessica Lange, aka my mum."

I thought I succeeded when Michael played along. "Oh, that's a shame, because she happens to be my mum as well and, honestly, I was really quite interested in you. But sadly I'm not into incest."

We both laughed, blushing, although he hadn't forgotten his previous question, unfortunately.
"Lucy, please don't avoid the question I'm honestly so curious now!" Michael tried convincing me.

Our little argument lasted the rest of the walk to the pizzeria. After many giggles and lame excuses Michael finally made a deal. "If I pay for your pizza, will you tell me?" 

"I was going to make you pay anyways, biotch," I told him chuckling," I'm only kidding, Elmo. I'm never one to turn down free pizza."