Fanfictions for 5sos and others

If 5sos fell for you

I am invested enough into one band member, so I decided to put that fixation to use. Here: my first band member fanfiction, my first fanfiction about a real, living person.
Now, just putting this out there, this isn't a factual account. I never meant it to be. It's just my written love for a person, and how I perceive them. How I imagine them to be. Don't .rip into me please, unless you're actually Michael Clifford or close to Michael Clifford himself. Thank you.
Ps. The characters in this story do not belong to me (yet.) I do not own my own Michael Clifford (yet-sadly.)
I dedicate this one @Thetragicnosebleed
She gave me the ambidextrous idea.It's Me approved.
For extra fun: When it says wood/bench a lot, replace those words with dick. It will make it 10x better and add more to the story ❤️
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"Whoever the hell said that it doesn't ever rain in July is full of shit."
Ashton gasps. "Michael-Don't curse!"
Michael looks at Ashton. "Why shouldn't I? We're getting fucking drenched out here, and the weather forecast called for sunny yesterday."
"Well the weather forecast was wrong, and we'll just have to deal with it."
"Shut up Luke."
Luke raises his hands in surrender. "Hey!Just because the weather forecast was wrong, doesn't mean that you should drill us about it."

"I know.. " Michael pauses, his blond hair flopping over his forehead." It's just that I'm so creased."
Calum laughed. "Creased? Where'd you learn that one?"
"6teen."
"The show?"
"Yeah, what else?"
Calum shrugs. "I don't know." He smirks at Michael. "Been spending all day watching tv in your room, have ya?"
"Yeah, I have." Michael smiles. "Well that, and porn."
Ashton cringes, Luke hides his face in shame but laughs behind his hands, and Calum just laughs.
"Hey, it's not my fault that I'm ambidextrous. The things that these hands can do should always be free."
"Just- just-" Calum is laughing. "Shut up Michael.Please, just shut up."
"No, I'm good."
"But anyway." Luke says, having calmed down, butting in once again."You'll never find a girl that way, you know."
"I don't give a fuck."
Ashton gasps again. "Michael-"
"Shut up Ashton! I'm punk rock- I can do whatever I want."
"Actually no, you're not yet." Calum points out. "We're not famous enough to even be considered punk rock." They had just barely hit 348 youtube subscribers this week.
"Oh yeah? How do you figure? I didn't know that being famous had anything to do with it."
"Well it does, since we would need to actually be in the music industry to have a known genre of music like that to exactly classify our sound, not counting our limited amout of viewers.And besides, You don't embody the punk rock experience either-just because you have a scene hair cut,wear striped shirts,and own band bracelets."
"Ohh, fuck you Calum."
"Okay, you know what?" Luke bursts in. "Would you just stop cussing?If my mom ever catches me with you and you're cussing, it'll freak her out."
"Stop being such a mama's boy, for Pete's sake."
"I'm not a mama's boy." Luke protests.
"Yes you are."
"No I'm not."
"Yes you are."
"No I'm not."
"Oh for fucks sake ye-"
"Michael damnit I told you to stop cursing."
"What?" Michael takes a step back, into the chilling rain. "How are you going to tell me to stop cussing when you just-"
"Oh look- the bus is here." Calum interrupts. "Let's hurry up and get on shall we?"
"We shall not."
"Oh would you stop whining and just get on? You complained about the bus being late, and then the weather and being outside and everything , and now you're not going to get on?"
"Fine. I will." Michael grumbles.
They all find seats near the back, amongst all of the high school chaos.They take up two rows.
"Hey guys," Ashton starts, turning to look at Michael." Why didn't we just walk back to your house and get a ride to school from your mom?Since the bus was late and it was raining and all?"
Michael looks annoyed.Calum splays his legs out over Michael's. Both of their hair is taped to their foreheads, due to the rain. They're drenching the seats and leaving large, wet spots. They had both forgotten their jackets, and had braced against the rain. Calum took it like a champ.
"I honestly have no fucking idea."
"Michael-" Ashton starts.
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"Class, we have a new student. Um.." Mrs.Lafeyete looks over at the opened classroom door."Please enter, Miss M."
Ashton is playing with his pencil on his desk. He hasn't paid attention to classroom introductions since the 7th grade. And, after this wet morning (his clothes were still damp, and it was 3rd period, for screws sake) he wasn't in the best of moods.He glances up briefly, but can't make out anyone in the hallway from the angle in his seat.What he can see, though, is the back of Luke's head. The seats are arranged in alphabetical order.They're in Math together, a subject that Luke has accelerated one year up in because he was really good at it.It was the only class they shared, but he'd share Wood shop with Calum later, since they'd have to share a teacher during that extra period.
He cranes his neck to try and see around Luke, but it becomes an even more awkward angle for him, rearing up on a person who easily has 3 whole inches on him, and promptly gives up. He wonders if the teacher has made a mistake.
I mean, who has only one initial for a first name? Ashton thought. Did it stand for something?
After a second of silence, he slouches in his chair with a sigh.
Get on with it already. He thought impatiently. I've been studying for the last three days for this test.
"Yes." A quiet voice drifts in from the hallway.
Finally.
And when the new girl walks in, Ashton sits straight up.