catfish // mgc

☼ t h i r t y - f o u r ☼

Ashton agreed to leave the hotel room to Michael and I so we could have some "alone time".

When we got back, Michael made me change out of my dress and into one of his shirts – which was fairly long on me – and a pair of his boxers. I washed my face free of all the makeup stains I had from crying so much, cause let's face it, the raccoon look isn't cute.

I sat crisscross apple sauce on the bed and fiddled with the deck of cards I had tied together in my lap while Michael showered.

I got the idea from Tumblr, seeing as, let's face it, I'm unoriginal as fuck. Each card had either a memory I cherished, or just something I loved about Michael written on it. It wasn't easy, let me tell you. Who knew that coming up with 52 things you liked about someone was so damn hard.

I uncrossed my legs so they dangled off the edge and I swung them around impatiently like a child. And that was the thing, I was impatient. I wasn't nervous, I was excited. I glanced at the clock on the nightstand, and it read 10:43 PM.

What if he doesn't like my gift?

What if he doesn't like me?

I bit my lip in order to get me to stop overthinking and just have some confidence in myself.

I'm a nice person. According to Kat I have a sassy and quirky personality, and lately I've been thinking that sometimes I'm kind of pretty, on a good day.

I sighed and tossed the deck into my open suitcase, deciding I'd wait till the end of my trip to give him the gift. I yanked his flannel over my head and pulled it down so I was hiding, and I groaned loudly.

"Hurry up!" I shouted out. I could smell the faint scent of Michael's body wash, which was slightly driving me insane. I heard a low chuckle and I peeked out from the flannel.

Michael was standing just a few feet away from me. Simple, right?

Wrong.

So fucking wrong.

He stood there, with a crisp white towel hanging low on his waist and his cute little tummy peeking out just a tad. He had another towel draped over his shoulders, and his hair was dripping water, which occasionally beaded down his chest. I noticed he'd already taken all of the bandages off, and he had a few burn marks. He gave me an adorable lopsided grin, which was just the icing on the goddamn cake.

"Hi," he purred. I gulped.

"H-hi," I stuttered. He bent over and placed his hands on my knees, steadying my swinging legs. He was inches away from my face. His bright green eyes stared into my soul and he licked his lips. My mind went completely blank, except for one thought.

I really wanted to fucking kiss him.

He inched closer and closer to me, his eyes now locked on my lips. My palms started to sweat in anticipation and excitement. He smelled of some kind of Old Spice body wash that I couldn't quite put my finger on but it was exhilarating. His minty breath fanned my face when he was close enough. I tilted my head up the slightest bit, giving him the permission he was searching for.

Someone banged on the door, making me jump and Michael chuckled, hanging his head and shaking it. He heaved himself off of my knees and scooped up a shirt and some basketball shorts and headed back for the bathroom.

"Can you get that?" he asked, closing the bathroom door. I groaned and frowned, getting up off of the bed and stomping towards the door. I flung it open.

"Hey, I left my- whoa, is everything okay? You look mad." Ashton stood in the doorway with his hands shoved in the pockets of his shorts, his eyebrows scrunched together in confusion.

"Cock block," I hissed, glaring at him. He burst out laughing.

"Oh my God."

"What's so funny?" Michael suddenly questioned, coming up behind me.

He lightly placed one of his hands on my waist, giving me goosebumps and making me, oddly enough, calm down. But I shot Ash a look, telling him to keep his mouth shut.

"Uh, Mae just told me a funny joke," Ashton snickered.

Oh for fucks sake.

"Oh yeah? Let's hear it then." Michael folded his arms over his chest and smirked at me, clearly calling our bluff.

I said the first joke that came to mind, which was the worst possible thing to do.

"What kind of bees make milk?" I asked, slowly closing my eyes, already regretting speaking. "Boo-bees!"

Oh God I can't even believe I just said that in front of Michael Clifford and Ashton Irwin.

I peeked out from under my lashes. Ash's mouth popped open and Michael shook his head and tried hard not to laugh, but I knew it wasn't cause the joke was funny, it was because it was so dumb that you couldn't help but laugh a little out of pity. My face turned beat red from embarrassment and I face palmed.

"I just came by to get my phone and I get this instead," Ash giggled, squeezing between Michael and I to get into the room. Michael threw his arm over my shoulder and pulled me close.

"I thought it was funny," he declared, making me roll my eyes.

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(a/n)

Holy shit I saw 5sos last night and I'm crying everywhere I can't comprehend how fucking amazing it was like they're real people I saw them with my own eyeballs and it wasn't through my phone screen help they're even more attractive in real life and michael said penis during good girls and dropped his mic in the crowd during permanent vacation and calum wore his shirt inside out and I saw their beautiful smiles in real life I love them so much like 10/10 would recommend

Also my boss literally said she ships me with michael I'm dying rip me

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