I sigh, looking into my laptop screen.
Michael Gordon Clifford, why do you have to be so damn hot? I ask myself.
I've been looking through his latest pictures, all taken at 5 Seconds of Summer's last concert. Don't get me wrong, all of the boys are undoubtedly cute, and hot, and well, I love them all. But Michael is... well, there's just something about him. I need more.
"Tabitha! You'd better get down here!" I hear my mother call.
"Fine." I sigh, knowing she can't hear me. I quickly log out of my fan account, dedicated solely to 5SOS, and run downstairs. My family is gathered around the table, all ready to eat our dinner meal. I grab a seat, trying to not draw attention to myself. Mom isn't in a good mood.
"Tabitha, what have you been doing up there?" She asks.
My heart starts to race. She can't know about my fan account! She'll kill me for sure!
"Oh, I was just reading." I say, trying to keep my cool and cover up any fear I may have showing.
"Reading what?" She asks, pushing further in investigation.
My dad coughs, signaling for us to start eating. Mental note: thank dad later for saving your ass.
My younger sister launches into her story of school today, sparing no detail. Lucky for me, mom seems to forget about me. As the middle child, I'm used to that. My two older siblings are twins, Tony and Tessa, and they are definitely my parents favorites. But, my younger sister almost always has mom and dad wrapped around her finger, and Teresa doesn't let me forget it.
Dad likes me more than mom though, and he's definitely more understanding.
As we finished dinner, my phone buzzes.
Incoming text from: Kelly
Kelly: You up to coming to my house when you're done with your family bonding?
I snort. Kelly is my best friend, and obviously knows me too well.
Me: Shut up, my mom might hear you. And yeah, I'll find a way.
Kelly: Fuck. Your mom's there?
Me: Yeah. But maybe I can convince her if I say we'll be doing hw
Kelly: Do that. I'm ordering pizza. Anyways, see u @ my house
I smile, still looking At my phone.
"Tabitha, you know the rules. No phones at the table." My mother barks.
"Yes, mother." I respond obediently.
She reaches for my phone, so I quickly turn it off, and she can't read ny texts. Mom rips it from my hands forcefully.
"Who were you talking to?" She interrogates.
I gulp. Now or never.
"Kelly. She wants to know if I can come over and help her with her English assignment. She's got this problem-"
Mom cuts me off.
"Fine, you can go. But you know the rules, be home before nine."
"Thanks." I mumble.
Quickly washing my dishes, I grab my backpack and rush out the door, also getting my phone.
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"No fucking way!" Kelly says, roaring with laughter, "She fucking took your phone!?"
"Yeah," I laugh a little, "But I got it back, so there's no need for worry. And stop swearing! My mom might've attached cameras and recorders to me and now has a reason to arrest you."
Kelly laughs harder, making me smile.
"You know what?" She asks me.
"What?"
"I hate that your mom is a policewoman. It drives me crazy that if I do anything wrong, she could arrest me."
"I know."
"Fuck this shit. Scared of your mom or not, we're going to have fun tonight!"
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"My mom is going to kill me." I whisper.
We're in the hair dye section in the supermarket, picking out a color. Kelly eventually had persuaded me to let her dye my hair by reminding me that Michael Clifford has dyed hair. Kelly knows my weakness, and Michael Clifford would be that weakness.
"What about this one?" Kelly asks, holding up a bright blue color.
"I'm not sure..." I nervously state. My mom's going to kill me.
"How about this?" She asks again, this time with an orange color.
"I can't decide!" I say, throwing my hands up. Something behind me taps my shoulder.
"Mind if I put in my opinion?" A male voice asks. I turn around to see none other than Michael Clifford.
