Michael Clifford Imagines

Blushing

I just thought of this when I was at the mall, lol. Oh and also, this is gonna be short as your social life...

Blushing

Groaning, you trudged past another isle of clothes. You were at the mall with Michael and you were bored to death, why? Because he somehow managed to persuade and drag you at the men's section.

You wanted to go to other stores too but trust me, you can't, because Michael won't let you.

As he was looking for some skinnies (because he didn't wash his and he's out of pants and he's too lazy to wash them) with his hands entwined in yours, as a safety measure so you won't escape, you past by shelves of boxers and briefs.

"Ohhh," you said in interest as you pulled Michael back to make him see what you were staring at.

"You should buy 'em," you stated as you grabbed a box that had a picture of the boxers inside which had girly microphone designs (I think that actually sounds cool and punk rock).

One of the salesman, who was beside you, let out a chuckle at your serious expression.

The infamous Michael Clifford was now blushing, while dragging your now dead body that he stabbed on the spot, back home where he could feed your flesh to his secret crocodile.

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I'm sorry?

Evil me,
-Cristy