Michael has never seen anyone with more fire and spunk then her. She screamed bad girl, not giving a shit about anything. Something drew him to her, even if all the signs said get back.
But it was how her blonde hair with blue tips bounced. And how her ordinary brown eyes found a way to shine in the dullest light. How her not perfect body seemed to be in all the right ways perfect. It was how her Sublime shirt stood out in the boring store of ordinary colors. And her tattoos gaining her hesitant looks for the older people. It was how her "I don't give a shit" behavior could be compared to a saint.
In all the wrong ways, she was all the right ways for Michael Clifford.
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Limerence ||m.c.
Fanfictionlimerence /ˈlɪmɪrəns/ noun 1. (psychol) a state of mind resulting from romantic attraction, characterized by feelings of euphoria, the desire to have one's feelings reciprocated, etc
