Punk Rock // m.clifford

1.1// that's where you're wrong

Dumbfounded would be a way of describing the boy's expressions when they saw me.

It was really interesting really.

But honestly, I liked the attention. I enjoyed that Michael felt protective over me every time someone would look at me. I liked that people looked at me. It was as if all those years that I had passed by unnoticed all came rushing back.

"Um- Annie, I like the change of style," Calum said, chuckling and trying to get rid of the awkwardness and the tension that had built up as soon as I sat down.

"Yeah, Mikey really influenced me," I said, looking at Michael, who only looked down at his lap as his friends looked at him in despair. All this time they thought I was influencing him, little did they know it was the other way around.

"I see. How do you think the whole addiction thing is going for him?" Ashton questioned, taking a sip of his drink.

"Oh, he hasn't really said anything about that. But the doctors do say that I've helped his recovery," I responded, totally lying. The doctors ever said that know that I can't remember anything, there would be a higher chance of him latching onto me for his own pleasure.

"No, they did-" Michael began to say, but he stopped talking as soon as his friends gave him a look that told him to shut up. And so he did.

"You know, I think, if you two are still together, you should come with us on tour," Ashton said once again, gaining a look from Michael as he widened his eyes, "we would start in Australia in about a month or so."

"Oh, I couldn't. I don't think I'm tough enough for that, right Michael?" the amount of shade I was throwing at the poor guy was ridiculous. I kind of felt bad. But then again, I didn't.

"Don't give me that nonsense. I'm sure you can come," Ashton said, waving off my excuses. Michael sighed and looked at me for a moment, and then gave up.

The dinner was back and forth, Michael trying to say something and me proving that he was lying. I could tell that he was getting pissed off at my constant nagging. But he was also mad at the fact that his own band mates and best friends believed me instead of him.

One question, though. That one question caused us all to shut up. It was a question that I couldn't answer, and one I didn't want to remember either. The worse part: it came out of Michael's lips.

"Annie, wanna tell them about your recovery after you fainted?"

"Michael, shut the fuck up," Ashton hissed, almost as if I wans't right next to him. It was like I was invisible once again.

I couldn't formulate the correct words for the situation. Even though Michael's question was totally out of line, every single person sitting on that table wanted to know. So I had to come up with a plan, and quick.

"Um, it was hard, but I'll be okay," I lamely spoke. My response was terrible, but these guys knew better than to ask any further questions.

--/--

We had been dropped off at the hospital by Michael's friends. All throughout our ride up, no one spoke. The tension built up slowly and dreadfully as we dragged our feet to our rooms.

I knew that once I stepped into my room and Michael followed, all hell would break loose. And damn, that was an understatement.

"How did you do that? How did you change your whole personality?" Michael asked-well, yelled.

"I didn't. I can't remember anything, so I started over," I explained, my tone never matching his.

He rolled his eyes and stuffed his hands in his pockets, almost to stop himself from breaking something. "That's ridiculous. You know who you are. You are Annerose Palmer. Y-"

"I don't remember anything, Michael," I stated, my voice raising a bit above my regular volume.

"You remember me," he looked up at me, and I let out a breath. I have to admit, he wasn't wrong.

"Yes, I do. But this is different-" I began.

Michael had no intentions in letting me speak though, "No, it's not. If you remember me, you remember how we used to be."

"I don't like that person. I never have." The cards were out, he knew I remembered a little bit of who I was.

Michael couldn't get the words put of his mouth, "I don't know why you wouldn't. She was amazing. She didn't care about pleasing others; she wanted to help. She thought piercings and hair dye were gross. That's why I liked you."

I shook my head, looking him straight in the eye, "I'm still the same person."

Michael and I both knew that I wad bullshitting him. Before I hated Michael and what he stood for, and somehow, I had become everything he was. And everything he stood for.

"That's where you went wrong," Michael cooly chuckled, looking around the room, as if to avoid my burning gaze, "you're not the person I fell in love with. At least not anymore."

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