Stop It l.h

4 - Stars and Scars

A/N: IM SORRY I LOVE PTV WHOOPSIE DAISY

ALSO i imagine Lucy Hale to play April.

Proceed.
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"Do you have a job?"

"I used to work at Game Stop, but then I got fired for screaming at bit.chy customers, then there was an opening at this cute little flower shop, but then I got fired because we had a little TV there and My Chemical Romance came on and I started to cry in front of the customers, and one of them called me out for it, so I punched her..." I tell him as he stares and raises his fist in an attempt to say 'i feel yuh bruh'.

"Have you ever been bullied??"

"... do i have to answer this question?"

"Not if you dont want to, I understan-"

"Yes. Ive been bullied before. What about you?" He doesnt say anything though, he just raises his wrist and shows me fading scars.

"Dont do that anymore. Please." I beg, tears pricking at my eyes.

"I won't. I pinky promise." He grins, and I instantly feel myself smiling.

We finish our food, and head towards the door.

"I have to work until 9, so I was wondering, do you wanna go out somewhere with me? Im not telling you where though, its gonna be a surprise, if you decide to go. But its okay if you dont want to go, but if you do, you can wear something normal, like that shirt and your jeans, and your face and so um yeah...??" I laughed as he rambled and nodded.

"So I can just wear normal jeans and a random shirt?" I asked, still very curious as to where we were going.

"Um, yeah."

"Okay, il see you later, then?"

"Y-yeah. Bye April." He waved goodbye as I neared the SUV.

I checked the time and noticed it was only 6:30. I guess il just take the long way home. ( A/N: *wink wink*)
I decide to just drive around and get gas, then I decide to go to the mall because why the fu.ck not.

I walk into Hot Topic, because, lets face it, its the bomb store. I look around for a bit before my eyes land on a black All Time Low shirt, with all their faces on it.

"Holy sh.it." I mumble to myself while walking towards it. I accidentaly crash into someone on my way there, though.

"Excuse me," I say before realizing the person I crashed in to was the one and only Michael Clifford.

"MICHAEL GORDON CLIFFORD WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN MISTER." I say jokingly.

"Hooooome." He smirked and I tried to look at him seriously but failed miserably.

"No sh.it, Sherlock." I giggled and got the black ATL shirt.

"DUDE I WAS ABOUT TO GET THAT SAME SHIRT YESSS WE CAN BE TWINSIES." He yelled and customers passed by, looking at him with the look that says 'why the hell are you screaming youre annoying the fu.ck out of me but its funny'

"I need a shirt to wear cause Luke is taking me somewhere and I have no idea what to wear." I say with a grunt. I watch as Michael slowly begins to smirk.

"As friends, you idiot." I tell him, with an annoyed expression.

"Youre so mean, I dont know why I still talk to you." For a couple seconds i take him seriously until he bursts into laughter.

"YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN YOUR FACE. OH MY GOD IT WAS PRICELESS. DUDE DID YOU SEE HER FACE?" He taps a random person's shoulder and points to me. The guy starts laughing, shaking his head no.