(Yes that is a video of Michael boxing your welcome)
"Wake up Kate." I can feel Michaels breath tickling my neck and smile, but ignore his soft voice.
"Yo, Kate." He repeats a bit harsher, and I reply with a slight groan. Slowly I feel the body beside me disappear, and I figure he left to go downstairs.
"AYE DIPSHIT!" I hear a sudden yell, quickly sitting up, only to be smacked with the pillow.
"What the hell Michael? Is this how you wake every girl up?"
"Nah, you were just being a bitch." He gives me a quick laugh, but not before I can chuck the pillow back at him.
"I am not a bitch Clifford." I scoff, crossing my arms. All he does is turn around and exit his room, heading downstairs. I glance around the room a bit, until I spot my newly dried clothes. I quickly pull on my jeans and slip off Michael's shirt. I gaze out the window, admiring the shining leaves from the previously fallen rain. My eyes fall on a pretty blue bird as I admire his bright colors, but am suddenly taken away from the bird as I hear a creak behind me.
"Um... I can explain." Michael blushes, his hands full with two bowls.
"So you can explain you staring at me shirtless?" I laugh, quickly pulling my top on.
"Yes. I'm a dude."
"Nice excuse." I laugh, asking what would be in those bowls.
"Pot." He deadpans, handing me one with lucky charms in it.
"You are literally four." I laugh, noticing how he took all of my rainbows out and placed them in his bowl. He gives me a slight chuckle as we sit on the bed eating our cereal. I notice his red hair has faded a bit as he slurps up the last of his cereal. After we finish, the room goes silent, our gazes trying to avoid each others.
"Hey, you wanna come with me to check on lil Lucas? I can't believe I still need to babysit that boy."
"Sure." Michael giggles, setting his bowl down on the nightstand.
The distance from Michael's house to Luke's isn't to bad, so we decide to just walk. Michael pulls out his iPhone and his earbuds, and hands me one. I take it in my hand and put it in my ear, and before long a familiar song comes on. One I remember from when I was younger.
"Gives you hell? Really Michael?" But my opinion is irrelevant to Michael as he is already jamming out to the song. I decide to just laugh and join him, acting like two idiots singing on a sidewalk.
A few songs come on shuffle after that, ones I recognize and others I don't. We finally arrive at Luke's and I feel under the front door, already knowing where the key is. Michael follows me into the neat home, and I look around for Luke. After a few minutes of searching, I don't see him, but I hear him. Soft moans and creaks are coming from upstairs, and they belong to Luke. Of course. I want to yell a profanity at him, but I decide not to, and I guess Michael notices my pain because he leads me out of the house.
"Hey." He lifts my chin up once we are outside, and makes me look him in the eyes.
"You don't deserve that douche okay?"
"No, no, Michael it's not like that. He was just like a big brother." I choke out.
"Oh. Well I'm your big brother now bub okay?"
"Thanks. So... what do you wanna do?"
"Oh I have an idea Kate. Lets bring Ash with us too." His voice seems to slow down as my worries speed up.
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Shattered: Broken Series // Michael Clifford (book 2)
Fanfic(Spoiler alert so do not read if you have not read the first one!) It's a miracle Michael is alive. The car crash could have easily killed him, but he lived. When Kate finally gets to see him, she is so glad that he is still alive so that they can b...
