{Credit to Cliffordsasshole}
StrugglingArtist!Michael always sitting at the same spot on the corner every morning, with his guitar in his lap as he plays for whoever passes by, and everyday on your way to work, you pass him, usually dropping a dollar or two in his case for him. And as the weeks go on, he starts singing more and more songs about some gorgeous, mysterious, unnamed girl, and finally, one day you stop and listen, leaning against the lamppost across from him as he sings his heart out, and at the end of the song, he glances up at you with a sly smile, before finally speaking up. "Hey, my name's Michael, and, um—I was wondering if you wanted to grab a cup of coffee?"
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5sos Blurbs
FanfictionA collection of Five Seconds Of Summer blurbs. {all from tumblr}
