I Can't Remember - A Michael Clifford and Calum Hood Fanfic

Chapter 10 : Lane Boy

*Amelie's POV*

I managed to fight my way through the door, people everywhere in the house. No matter where I turned, there was a slut dressed in a short dress grinding on a guy and making out with someone else. There was cups of booze everywhere, the smell of sex, alcohol and sweat heavy in the air. I knew that I wouldn't like it here, and if I stayed, it would be only to find Mikey. I walk through another crowd before feeling my arm grabbed by someone. I look to my side, seeing a familiar mix of colors running with me. 

Mikey.

I follow him, seeing Mikey smiling back at me. "HEY!" 

"HEY!" I say back, hugging him, before he whispers something in my ear. Even over all the noise, I still can hear him loud and clear. 

"You look so gorgeous."

"Oh shut up." 

"You do. I love the shirt." I look down at the shirt I chose, remembering that I replaced it with the nirvana one. I personally loved this shirt. 

"Thanks, I guess." I laugh before he puts a hand on my arm. "I'm going to go get us some drinks." 

"Sounds great." He walks away before I feel someone sneak up behind me and pounce. "What the fuck?" I turn around, seeing Kort and Luke. "Hey!" 

"Hey, babe! What you doing here all alone?" Luke says, smiling at me, lopsided. 

"Mikey went to get something to drink." I say, noticing him fighting through the crowd. "He's coming back now." 

"Ok...bye!" Luke says, scurrying with Kort on his heels. He's a weird kid. 

Mikey walks up, holding out a cup that looks like its full of some kind of liquor, but I don't know what kind. I smell it before drinking the entire cup down. Go all out or go home, I always say. I feel the buzz almost instantly, nothing to pass me out or make me entirely drunk, but leaving a pleasant little buzz. Mikey looks at me, then the cup, then back at me. "Damn." 

"What?"

"Nothing. Just damn. I'll be back." He walks away before I begin to dance to the song, one I recognized as Lane Boy from Twenty One Pilots. 

They say stay in your lane boy, lane boy

But we go where we want to

They think this thing is a highway, highway

But will they be alive tomorrow?

I sing along to myself before hearing someone else singing along from behind me. Someone else knows Twenty One Pilots in this godforsaken place? I turn around, seeing a boy there, older than me and Mikey. His hair is kinda long and poofy with little curls all over the place. Cute, cute. 

Amelie, what are you thinking? You like Mikey. MIKEY. Not this stranger you don't even know. The voice in my head scolds me before I smile. 

I don't even know him. Psh. What am I thinking? 

"Hello." He says, smiling an adorable smile at me. 

"Hi! Name's Amelie!" 

"Ashton!" 

"You like TOP?" 

"DO I? They say stay in your lane boy!" We point at each other dramatically. I swear I can see people staring at us like we're insane. 

"Lane boy!" Fuck it, I'm insane.

"But we go where we want to!" Whatever made me think I was sane?  

"They think this thing is a highway!"

"Highway!" 

"But will they be alive tomorrow!" 

We sing together, alternating lines before the bass drops and everyone starts to mosh. We mosh together, enjoying each others company. I feel for Mikey, trying to fight through this crowd with cups of liquor. I can't help but laugh at it. The moshing ends before Ashton turns back to face me, putting a hand on my arm. "That was fun."

"Yeah, it was cool."

"We should hang out sometime."

"Maybe, maybe." 

"How about this weekend?"

"Can't. Homework." He puts a hand on my face before I see a fist come out of nowhere and knock him down. I would know that fist out of nowhere. 

Mikey. 

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Hi! 

I'm back!

And not as long as last time c:

I have to register for High School on Thursday ;-; (Imma be a senior)

MY BIRTHDAY IS NEXT WEEK! IM SO HAPPY

PLUS MY FRIEND THAT WENT TO OREGONS GONNA BE BACK FOR IT

IM SO HAPPY c:

I'm hungry again....

DashingZiggy