Life Changer| Michael Clifford

Chapter 3

Michael's P.O.V

I can't sleep. I can't place why something so little can bother me so much. Am I too protective? No.
I roll over and force my eyes shut. My eyes automatically open again. C'mon just let me sleep. I try to clear my mind which seems impossible. My thoughts flood back.
I have to tell her sometime. Tomorrow? No, too quick. Next week? Maybe. Anyway I tell her she will still be upset. Maybe it was just a bad first impression. Her friends probably aren't as bad as I think.
The thought of it calms me and I can finally try to sleep. I roll over again facing Ashlynn. Her hair was a mess, but it still complemented her. Her tiny nose crinkles while she shifts. I smile,close my eyes, and fall asleep.
...
Even though tour is over I still have band practice along with the boys. I get in the van with the boys, trying to keep my distance where I can think.
Although Ashlynn is sweet and kind, she has a short temper. I found out the hard way. So, there is a huge chance she would kill me if I told her.
"Hey mate, are you okay?" Calum ask, snapping me out of my thoughts. I blink. I'm not so sure what to say. Should I tell them? No. They'll think I'm stupid.
"Um," I stutter. "I-I'm fine."
"Okay, whatever you say." Luke says quietly.
I roll my eyes and return to my thoughts.
We finally pull up to the studio. The boys and I grab our equipment out of the van and walk through the doors of the small building. We all walk down the hallway I missed for months while we were gone on tour.
"Well boys, it's nice to have you back." Our manager, Mr. Andrews said with a welcoming smile.
"C'mon now, let's get set."
...
"Okay boys, sit down. Tell me about your tour." Mr. Andrews says.
"The fans were absolutely incredible." Luke says.
"Yeah," Calum added. "They made us feel really welcome."
"Well," Ashton starts. "I hit my self with a drumstick almost every show." He says.
"Well," Ashton I'm sorry to hear that, but it's just how it is."
Every one laughed. Except for me. I was off in another world, like I didn't care about anything.
"Michael, what's wrong?" Mr. Andrews ask.
How many times am I going to be asked this today?

A/N: I know, I haven't updated in ages! Writers block is the worst. Sorry I kept it so short, but I couldn't think of much!
-Cat<3