fuckboy - l.h ※

v.

"Yeah Mikey, I need some help."

"Erin! Hey buttercup what's up?" Michael Clifford has been my best friend since second grade. We've been through everything together. One time in fourth grade, a kid named Billy Roberts pushed me down during recess, and Michael threatened to tell the teacher, 'catnap' his kitten, and tell his mom. Billy pleaded and cried, so Michael and i made an arrangement to make him our personal servant for the week, in exchange for us not telling on him and taking his kitten.

But unfortunately, just about a year ago, Michael's dad got a job offer all the way in Australia, so Michael had to move away. But we're still best friends, he's already visited twice, and he's already planned his next visit during summer vacation. The point is, we're inseparable.

"Luke Hemmings is what's up."

"Hemmings? What about the biggest loser in school?" Michael chuckled through the phone and i rolled my eyes and sighed.

"Michael he's not a loser. He's more of a fuckboy. Anyways, somehow we ended up walking together back to my place, talking. Well, he was kind of rude but that's not the point-"

"No fucking way! You two had sex? You go Erin! I'm so proud-"

"For Christ's sake Michael! We did not have sex! He leaned in to kiss me and then when i tried to deepen the kiss he backed away! He was supposed to help me study but then he just ran away! Now I need to study for my history exam all by myself and I need to retake the test in the morning and then I'll probably fail and-" I rambled on and on because of some boy who has me all worked up over some stupid kiss.

"Erin, listen to me. Take a deep breath, and shut the fuck up." Michael said.

"Wow thanks Michael I feel so much better now," I said sarcastically.

"Look, can we talk about this later? I'm really," Michael paused to release a very long yawn. "I'm really tired."

"Oh shit, what time is it there?" I asked, starting to feel guilty.

"Um about 6:00 am? I kinda stayed up again playing video games." Michael let out another exhausted yawn.

"What time did you go to sleep?" I sighed and started to feel really guilty. Michael had school today and I would be the reason he would get a detention for sleeping during class, again.

"Uh, 3:00?"

"I'm sorry I woke you up. Start going to bed early Michael. If I have another crisis like this , where I need to call you at six am, then I want you to have at least five hours of sleep so you won't fall asleep during class, partially it being my fault."

"Okay, mom. I need to get ready Er-bear. Talk to you later yeah?" Michael said and once again let out another yawn.

"Yeah, talk to you Mikey. Bye." I sighed and hung up. I heard the door open and shut. My eyes widened as I ducked behind the island table in the kitchen. I slightly opened the cabinet and garbbed the first thing I saw, which was a whisk.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT!" I screamed and pointed the whisk towards the man.

"Jesus fucking Christ Erin! It's me!"

"Where the hell were you Ashton? I needed a ride!"I yelled at my 19 - year old brother.

"Not my fault you had your keys taken away."

"Shut up okay. Where the hell were you?" I put the whisk back in the cabinet and crossed my arms. Ashton is my stuck up, annoying, rebellious, brother. He thinks he's so cool because he got a small tattoo of tally marks on hi right wrist. He wears bandanas and my mom basically has to force him to get a haircut. He wears black ripped skinny jeans and his favorite rock band's t-shirts.