mad sounds | michael clifford a.u

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mikeys pov

"michael gordon clifford get your ass out of bed before I drag you out by your hair! and you know if I do it'll all come out in my hand!" yelled my lovely, caring mother from downstairs.

so what, I like to dye my hair?

over the summer, i'd been getting down about a lot of things. my mum thought it would help if she signed me up for counselling, so sign me up for counselling she did.

I tried to tell her a million times, never on this planet is counselling ever going to help me. talking to a complete stranger about 'what i'm feeling'. she can fucking forget it.

I figured that even if i did go to school today, she can't actually make me see the counsellor. after about 20 minutes, i rolled sluggishly out of the warm comfort of the bed sheets, threw on my favourite pair of ripped jeans, paired them with a flannel, grabbed my bag and a cereal bar, and ran out of the front door. half an hour late, nice one mikey.

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unfortunately, my tutor room just so happens to be right next to the counsellors office, and unfortunately, the school got a new counsellor who knows exactly who I am. he's a huge fan of my band, and always comes to watch us play, whether it be at school or at the local coffee house. I think his names caleb?

as I walked past, I thought about turning my head, but then I remembered that I quite possibly have the most recognisable hair in the entire of australia, so i didn't bother.

out of the corner of my eye, I saw the door to the office open. I fucking bet he's been looking out of his little window for me. so as not to be rude, I turned around to say hi, and to tell caleb that I wouldn't be needing his help anymore, but was surprised to see that it was infact not caleb, but a girl. an extremely attractive girl for that matter.

she had blondey-brown hair that went all the way down to her banging booty, and was wearing a white crop top with a baby blue tennis skirt, which, coincidently, matched her sparkling eyes perfectly.

being the complete fuck up that I am, I stared at her face for a solid 6 seconds, my mouth wide open, saliva .1 seconds away from escaping, and just walked away, in the complete opposite direction to her.

WHAT THE FUCKING HELL IS WRONG WITH ME ?

I looked down at the floor as I walked to first period, thinking about what a twat I am. this resulted in me walking into my best friend, luke.

"hey man, where were you this morning, I was waiting for ages" he said as he slapped my back and turned around to walk next to me.

"running late, as per usual" I replied dully, still absolutely devastated about what happened a few seconds ago. "how was summer?"

"good i guess, whats up mike?" he asked.

"the fact my mum is forcing me to go see some shitty counsellor. oh, and that I just stared some girl in the face for about 3 hours, almost salivated on her shoes and then practically ran away from her."

"aw dude, was she hot?"

"very. she had gorgeous blue eyes and-"

"alright I get it. where'd you bump into her, maybe she's in your next class?"

"i fucking hope not, and outside the counsellors office"

"and are you going to these counselling sessions your mum signed you up for?"

"no way man"

"even if its likely you'll see her every time you're there? talk to her next time and apologise"

"or i could just stand outside and wait for her to leave, that way I don't have to suffer through an hour a week of talking about my feelings."

"and then you'll look like you're stalking her. besides, maybe she'll feel like you can relate if she sees you in there. you can talk about your problems together" luke teased, smirking. "anyway, see you at lunch man" he said, as he turned to walk left down the corridor.

maybe counselling wouldn't be so bad after all?

a.n. so i guess this is chapter one ! i'm not 100% sure if it's written quite how i wanted, but hey ho, i tried.

adios !