Michael throws the pen in his hand. It hits the wall across the room, making an audible thump. He looks down at the old, crumpled notebook on his lap. His colorful hair is sticking out in all directions. Not from him trying to style it, but from him trying to get out of a writers block. Why is it so hard to write this?He never had trouble writing anything in his life. Why is it so hard to write a letter to get her back? The blank page mocks him, making him feel like he doesn't deserve her. That he shouldn't get her back.Knowing her,a simple letter won't do shit. He needs to do something that will last. That will change her mind. That will last forever.
"Tonight," Michael mutters."Tonight we're fading fast.I just want to make this last.If I say the things that I want to say," He runs across the room and picks up the pen, scribbling down the words." I'd find a way to make you stay," He smiles. Just as he is about to write more of the verse, a knock sounds at the door. The door creeks open and a blonde hair pokes through.
"Hey Mikey, we are about to go the the venue. The guys wanted me to tell you," Luke's voice sounds from the door way.
"Thanks Luke. I'll be out in a minute," Michael's monotone voice rings back. He has had much emotion in anything he does since she left. Luke nods and closes the door behind him. Michael sighs and looks down at the notebook.
"It looks like you will have to wait," He mutters to himself. He puts the notebook on the couch and walks out of the room,his room. Calum and Ashton look up as they hear the shuffling of Michael's Vans on the carpet floor. Ashton sends his friend a small, hopeful smile. In return, he gets a glare. Michael doesn't mean to be an ass,but he doesn't want to show his pain.
They all get off of the bus and walk into the building. Michael doesn't know or care where they are at the moment. Wherever he was at the moment is where he doesn't want to be. He wants to be in her arms.
Michael can hear the screams of the fans. He never understood how someone could like, even love his band. There was so many other good bands and they chose his to listen to. He follows his friends mindlessly, feet still shuffling. They didn't create the same kind of noise as they did on the bus's carpeted floors. This floor was linoleum, the same one that plague school gyms and hospitals. She always hated this type of flooring. It made places too bright.
The boys stop and enter through a door, Michael follows. Someone hands him his guitar and his hands automatically fall to the neck. A ghost of a smile appears on his face.
"Michael,"The smile disappears."It's time to go on," Ashton tells him, pushing him toward the stage. Michael puts on a fake smile and runs out on stage, waving to the crowd. Screams increase as he plays a couple notes on his guitar. His band mates say some words, not that he is paying attention. Putting on a fake smile and pretending not to be depressed is a lot of work.The band starts playing a song and he follows almost like a robot programmed to play. He begins to let go a little, jumping to the beat of the song. He almost lets an actual smile go. He sings on his parts. He plays along with his band mates. Its just as it was before she left. But it was all a disguise.
Before Michael knew it, the concert was done. He waved good bye to the crowd and skipped off of stage. As soon as his feet hit the floor of the backstage, his smile vanished and his body langue changed. The "happy" Michael Clifford was now the one that only his friends knew. He handed his guitar to the person that gave it to him and he walked out of the door, down the linoleum floor, out of the venue, on to the bus and into his room. He opened the old, crumpled notebook and began writing down the words that came to mind as he put the blue pen to the lined paper. Tears began to well in his eyes as he thought of the memories.
She squealed as Michael wrapped his arms around her.
"I caught you sweetheart," He whispered . He ripped the pinned on paper heart from her shirt. She sighed.
"Is this what love is about? Games and ripping hearts off each other." She asked no one in particular. Michael looked at her with love in his eyes.
"With you it."
Catch you in all the games we've played/So go ahead, rip my heart out. Show me what love's all about.Go ahead, rip my heart out.That's what love's all about.
"I want you to love me like I love you Micheal . If you don't, then let me go. Stop leading me on," She shouted. Black tears streamed down her cheeks. Michael wiped them away him his thumb and kissed her lightly on the lips.
"I haven't said anything because I was scared you didn't feel the same way. I just need you to need me to stay. I need you to want me and need me to stay," Michael whispers in her ear, tears falling from his eyes.
I want you to want me this way, and I need you to need me to stay. If you say that you don't feel a thing. If you don't know let me go. oh oh oh oh way. If you don't know then just let me go.
"That was in the past. I promise I won't do that," Micheal pleads to her. He was just about to get on his knees.
"How can I believe you?" She asks, her voice quivering. He gets down on both knees and stars up at her.
"If I was like I was back then, I wouldn't even be here. I would be out at some party. I am here on my knees, begging you to give me a chance,"Michael begs. She stares at him." I swear we will last."
"Your lucky your cute."
Let's forget the past. I swear we'll make this last.
"You taste like candy floss," Michael tells her, lifting his head from her neck.She giggles at the feeling of his breath on her neck. She turned to him, her eyes full of love. His stomach erupted in butterflies.
Cause I remember the taste of your skin tonight, and the way you looked, you had those eyes. I remember the way it felt inside.
"This song always makes me cry," She said. The speakers of Micheal's car played the song Lullabies by All Time Low.
"And I Miss You by Blink,Kissing in Cars by Pierce The Veil, and So Far Away by Avenged Seven fold," Michael says to her, wiping the tears from her eyes. She smiled at him.
And the names of the songs that made you cry.
"Why would you just tell me you are going on tour for like six months a week before," She screamed at him."I just found out. Its not like I would hold that back from you," Micheal fights back. Her face is red
"You are fucking crazy Micheal Gordon Clifford,"She whispers. Michael laughed at how red her face was. She
You would scream, we would fight, you would call me crazy. I would laugh, you were mad, but you would always kiss me.
"Are you sure I can borrow this shirt," She asks as Micheal hands it to her. He looks at her in disbelief.
"Babe, you practically own this shirt," He laughs as she blushes.
And the shirt that I had, that you always borrowed.
Michael woke up with a gasp. He looked over and saw the she was gone. He jumped out of bed and ran through his house looking for her. He made it back to his room and found a letter on the floor next to her spot.
"I took the shirt. It was nice knowing you. I will always love," The note said. Michael broke down in tears screaming. Luke, Calum, and Ashton ran straight into his room.
"She's gone," He screamed to them.
When I woke, it was gone. There was no tomorrow.
Michael sighed, setting down the pen and looked down at the song that had formed on the page. He got an idea, but he needed help to do it.
"Guys!"Michael yelled at the top of his lungs. Three pairs of feet clattered on the floor and the door burst open, revealing the scared faces of his bandmates.
"Mike, whats wrong," Luke asks calmly. Michael smiles at him, a genuine-Micheal-Clifford-before-she-left smile. He held up the notebook towards the guys.
" I have an idea," He says, looking up at them."And I need your help."
