Somewhere, Australia //A.I

Chapter 29: Michael Clifford-Swift

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Ashton's POV

I'm in a half-awake daze when Michael comes in and flings himself closed with the door.

"What the hell?!" Michael exaggerates, and I can't help think to myself that this conversation is going to be hilarious.

"Why don't you have any clothes on?" I ask, gesturing to the towel around his waist.

"Funny story, actually." By his tone in assuming he doesn't think it's too funny. "So I was taking a shower, minding my own business when your girlfriend starts laughing at me from outside the door. Now I'm all for her hanging out here but-"

"Wait. Why was she laughing?" I raise an eyebrow at his face dropping. "I have a strong feeling your leaving out an important detail here."

"I may or may not have been singing Taylor swift in the shower. And she may or not have been listening."

I hesitate a moment because I'm not quite sure if he's kidding, but the ashamed look on his face says different. So I bust out laughing.

"Ok. Ok. So why is she here? Did you guys...?" He wiggles his eyebrows in an attempt to signify that we did it.

"No." He looks slightly disappointed when I shut down his accusations. "Besides, why would she be on the couch if we did, you know..."

The door swings open and in walks the girl of my dreams with slight bed head and yesterday's clothes on.

"Morning you." She says to me, walking to the bed giving me a light kiss on the lips. "I guess I crashed last night. I gotta head to work. Call you later."

Upon her entrance, Michael jumped and securely held the towel at his hips, not wanting to flash my girlfriend. He slightly smirks at her when she spins back around and pats his shoulder mockingly.

"See ya around Taylor." She giggles on the way out, shutting the door.

Michael sneers and pokes his head back out shouting into the hallway. "I'm a better Taylor then you'd ever be!"

"Alright Michael Clifford-Swift." She retorts before I hear the front door shut.

"Michael Clifford-Swift. I like it." I say, planting my feet on the ground and rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

Ignoring my pestering, Michael swings open the door with me following close behind. "If you excuse me, I'm going to go finish my shower." He falls out of step with me and enters the next door on the right.

When I make it to the kitchen, I see a little blue sticky note stuck on the fridge. In cute scrawled handwriting, the words read. 'In case your not awake when I leave: sorry I crashed on the couch. I would've left if you and Alex didn't take EIGHT YEARS ON THE PHONE! Just kidding, I'm actually reallllyyy glad you two got along. I see a bromance budding. See ya soon. -Syd'

I softly exhale through my nose, a content gesture. It occurs to me I've surrounded myself with the best people. A slight smile tugs at the corner of my mouth. I pat and search the counter in front of me in search of my phone. I grumble when I realize I've left it in my bedroom.

I tug at the bumpy, bed headed mess that is my hair. I nudge the door slightly ajar and pick up my phone from the nightstand, shifting it to a comfortable position in my right hand.

Yawning until my eyes water, I click the home button and glare at the messages stacked down my lock screen. They all say 'Missed Call from Luke'.

Oh boy. The way luke operates is that he keeps calling until you finally pick up the phone. It doesn't matter what time, day, or where you are. He will keep calling until you call him back.

His calls, although are of the utmost importance to him, are anything but urgent. So I roll and my eyes and dial him, taping for speaker phone while I hunt for breakfast.

Picking up on the first ring, Luke immediately sounds excited. "Finally! I thought I was gonna have to keep calling you all day!"

"You know there's a such thing as voicemail right?" I ask, slightly irritated.

"Pppppffff. Voicemail is for suckers." He scoffs, causing me to roll my eyes.

"What do you want Lucas?" I ask, deciding to move this conversation along.

"I have news. Is Michael there? He should here this." Luke, for once, has my attention. His puppy-dog like behavior has taken a slightly intriguing turn.

"He's in the shower." I say, giggling to myself at his earlier 'concert'. "Now you've got me excited, what is going on!" I plead, grabbing the bread out of the fridge and stuffing two pieces into the toaster.

"I got us a gig!" He bursts out. Once again I'm disappointed by my telephone conversation with Luke.

Tension hangs over the line as he waits for my reaction. "That's it?"

"Well, I may have forgotten to mention that a head executive from Universal Music Australia is gonna be there!"

"Don't fucking lie to me dude. If your joking, I swear...." I say, not believing what my ears are hearing.

"I swear on my life, my moms life, my future children's lives. This is our chance!"

I'm smiling ear to ear, I need to bring Michael in on this. "Michael!!!!" I scream, running into the bathroom.

I burst in on a naked Michael, towel drying his hair. He quickly covers his junk and curses at me, but nothing can dampen my mood.

"Luke, tell Mikey the good news!" I'm literally dancing in place I'm so pumped.

I hand him the phone, still on speaker, as Luke relays the information to Michael.

We've been working for so long to try and get ourselves out there. Through gigs, demos, meetings, you name it. Performing for a head exec. of a big label is exactly what we need to hopefully get our feet off the ground.

Once Michael is filled in, he yells and we bro hug. Then I actually become semi-levelheaded. "Wait a second. How exactly did you score this gig?" Luke goes radio silent on the other end. "Luke?" I say, accusation in my tone.

"Well... It may or may not have anything to do with the fact that I lied about who I am..."

"Oh great. Lucas, what did you do?" Michael asks, breaking his happy dance.

"Well, I was handing in a copy of our demo, to the front desk. As we've done every time we write a new kick-ass song, when this guy walks in the room. He was one of those people you could tell was important just by his stare."

Annoyed by his rambling, I cut him off so we can get to the bottom of this. "Just get to the point!"

"Sorry. So he comes over to me and randomly hugs me. He thought I was an old family friend or something. So I went along with it, and he ended up asking why I was there." I groan into the speaker to signify he needs to hurry up. "I told him I was there to drop off a demo CD. He said that he never knew I was in a band and demanded that we play at the label's upcoming event. He told me he had faith in me, that anyone who's a friend of I-don't-remember-the-name, is a friend of his. I left my number at the front desk to get information, he gave me another bear-hug and sent me on my way."

I want to yell at him so bad, but I don't think that doing it over the phone will suffice. "Emergency band meeting now! Your basement, call Calum." I leave him with my angry statement, hang up the phone, and sigh out of frustration.

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Hopefully this update was a bit quicker then the last few. Luke's in some deep trouble. Please be sure to vote and comment, we're so close to 1k reads! Love you guys!