Dear Michael // Michael Clifford

Ch 18 : Sunday

Michael's p.o.v.

"Today's Sunday!" I shouted happily through the tour bus, causing a bunch of groans.

"Shut up!" Ashton groaned.

"I'm trying to sleep!" Luke yelled.

"Hush." Calum spoke sleepily.

"Um, did you not hear me though? Today's Sunday, I get to meet Liz." I said again.

"That's great. You go get ready for your wife and we'll be here sleeping." Calum smirked. I rolled my eyes.

"Liz may have a few friends who are just as cute as her." I smirked.

Ashton jumped up. "C'mon guys! It's time to meet Liz!"

I smiled and went to my dressing room in the arena. I hopped around happily.

"Someone's in a good mood." Lou said.

"Hell yeah!" I yelled.

"Hey don't swear!" Ashton shouted from the other side of the door. I rolled my eyes.

"Here, put this on." Lou said handing me a pair of jeans and a shirt and a red flannel.

She left and I changed into the clothes she gave me. It was a Metallica shirt, ripped black jeans, red flannel, and my all black converse. I adjusted my flannel a bit and walked out of my dressing room to see 3 boys.

"So, what do you think she looks like?" Ashton asked. I shrugged.

"Guys, I'm kind of scared. What of she's actually really mean and not nice at all?" I asked.

"You put up with Abigail, you can put up with Liz." Calum said.

"True." I nodded.

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My eyes scanned the crowd, as if I was looking for someone important. I am, Liz. I just don't know what she looks like or anything. I hope she came and something big didn't come up.

We sang the last song and quickly ran off stage. We went into one of the back rooms for the meet and greet thingy we have.

Liz's p.o.v.

"I'm scared, what if he meets me and decides to not be friends with me?" I asked.