cinderella → michael clifford au

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x. liberty

tbh, im literally done w/ this story like its been a year so im gonna end it in three chapters, and this is one of them hehe u guys r gonna h8 me

MONTHS LATER.

"Liberty, if you don't win, I'm kicking you off the team."

We were at the dance competition, and I wasn't even a part of the group dance. I mean, everyone was except for me. I only had the duet with Terrence. My eyes widened in panic and I nodded.

"Terrence," I muttered, shaking his shoulders, backstage. "We have to win, or else I'm off the team."

"Sure, baby girl," he smirked, kissing my hand.

We headed out onto the stage doing our dance to 'Talk Dirty'. I spotted Michael in the crowd and gave the audience my biggest grin, seeing him just made me so happy.

In the middle of dance, Terrence tripped me, and I fell face first into the stage.

He leaned in close and whispered in my ear, "I was dared to get you kicked off the team, and I honestly didn't think it'd be this easy."

I stood up quickly and exited off the front of the stage, not wanting to go back stage to see my dance sisters and so called friends.

"Cinderella! Cinderella!" I heard Michael call after me. I let the tears stream down my face as shook my head.

How could this happen to me?

Terrence seemed so legit.

Michael wrapped me up in his arms, whispering calming words in my ear. "Cinderella, baby, Liberty, I'm so sorry. I know how much you loved to dance, but we can find another dance studio. A better one, a nicer one."

"I don't know, Michael," I sobbed into him. "I think I'm done dancing."

♢

"Brent, she said she was done dancing, do you know how long she's been dancing?"

"Yes, dipshît, she's been dancing since she learned to walk, since our aunt was a dance teacher we got lessons for free." Brent rolled his eyes drinking the last drops of beer in his bottle.

"I still can't believe the doctor told you to drink that after having surgery, that's not going to help you out when you need to go somewhere and you end up in an accident from DUI." Michael muttered, thinking I can't hear him.

I waltzed into the kitchen, opening the fridge and grabbing ice cream.

"Hey, sleeping beauty, how was your night?" Michael asked, coming over to me and kissing me on the forehead.

"Terrible, I dreamed the whole thing over again."

"Why don't we go somewhere?" He asked.